Liora
The castle doors groaned open with a final click, echoing through the quiet, gilded hall like a held breath released. I stared at Bianca from behind, puzzled. No, irritated.
How had she opened it?
Old magic coded into the stones of this place, so old I can’t imagine tampering with it. Still, I didn’t like not knowing. Especially when someone like Bianca was some how winning.
I scratched my head, as everyone stared with smiles at the columns, curtains, the timeless ballroom.
“You coming, or just going to stand there gawking?” Bianca threw over her shoulder, all sweet poison and smugness.
I stepped inside, ignoring her, following the crowd. The ceilings arched like a ribcage above us, lined with chandeliers so tall they could’ve posed as an icey cavern. The air had that stale, r
