Veandra climbed on this staircase the smell of blood became stronger. It is getting dark as she gets near the end of the staircase at the top, where a maid with an oil lamp waits for her.
“Right this way, Your Grace,” bowed the maid before leading the way.
As they walked in these dark halls of the palace, faint screams of men and splashes of blood echoed inside these walls. The oil lamp clattered as the young maid walked and Veandra is quite concerned about her. The maid is younger than her and looked scared. She is wearing spectacles so she adjusts it whenever it slips from her nose because of her shivering.
“Are you alright?” asked Veandra in a whisper.
The maid is startled. She turns her head around with a forced smile. “Oh, uh… Yes… Your Grace.”
Veandra just nodded and did not be
