The whispering Walls
252 Words
The halls of Raventhorn Palace stretched endlessly, their grandeur shadowed by an eerie stillness. That night, Aria lay awake in her bridal chamber, the silk sheets cool against her skin but offering no comfort. The weight of the day pressed down on her chest, making it hard to breathe.
Soft whispers seemed to drift through the thick stone walls—faint voices curling around the corners of the room like invisible tendrils. She sat up, heart hammering, listening. But the room was empty, save for the flickering candlelight that cast dancing shadows across the high ceilings.
The servants avoided her gaze, their expressions tight and wary whenever they passed. Even the maid who prepared her bath seemed reluctant to linger.
Aria’s mind raced. What secrets did this place hold? Why did the air feel so heavy, as if the castle itself was alive with silent watchfulness?
That night, as sleep teased her, she glimpsed fleeting shadows at the edge of her vision — figures slipping silently down empty corridors, whispers too soft to understand. Were they ghosts? Or something darker?
Her fingers brushed the delicate pendant resting on her collarbone — a gift from her aunt, heavy with unspoken promises and veiled warnings. She clutched it tightly, as if it could anchor her against the unknown.
A sudden chill swept through the room, snuffing out the candle’s flame and plunging her into darkness.
In that moment, Aria realized she was utterly alone… yet watched.
And the castle’s whispers were only just beginning.
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