The chamber was cloaked in silence, its thick velvet curtains drawn and the air heavy with silence. The old healer stepped in first, her footsteps light, followed by Lucien whose presence shifted the stillness in the air.
The room which was once dark and silent, suddenly burst to life in a soft golden glow with a single, effortless snap of the old healer’s fingers. One by one, every candle lining the stone walls flared to life, their golden flames dancing gently in perfect rhythm, their golden glow spreading across the room.
Lucien stood in the heart of the golden-lit chamber, his tall figure remained still and unmoving. The shifting candlelight carved shadows across his sharp features.
Then, in that hush, Lucien’s voice was the first to break the warm silence.
“l know you’ve seen Ana
