*Tiara*
After navigating the seemingly endless basement passage, we finally ascended the staircase that led us to the desolate West Wing. The eerie silence engulfed us, and the absence of any guards provided a subtle sense of relief.
"Where is her room?" I inquired urgently, my gaze darting around the dimly lit corridor.
"Follow me," Arthur instructed, gesturing towards the right.
We trailed behind him, Alice and I exchanging curious glances. The neglected state of the area suggested that no one had set foot in this forsaken part of the building for ages. I couldn't help but wonder about the intensity of Axel's disdain for Grace, evident in the deliberate abandonment of this area.
Arthur halted before a door, his eyes fixed on it.
Arthur halted in front of a door.
"This was Grace's
