Nerissa POV
I noticed it first on a Tuesday or what I thought was Tuesday. Days inside Obsidian Keep had a way of blurring into each other.
The fortress ran on its own rhythm and that rhythm had nothing to do with the outside world.
It had to do with patrol rotations and training schedules and the particular way the torches in the upper corridors burned lower by late afternoon and got replaced by servants moving quickly and quietly before anyone important noticed.
I had started learning that rhythm.
You watched,you listened,you filed things and slowly the shape of the place built itself inside your head until you could move through it without constantly feeling like you were about to walk into something you didn't see coming.
I was in the outer passage carrying fresh torch oil to t
