Third Person POV
“I just love all the paintings on the walls and the little decorative pieces that are placed around the castle” Katya gushed, as Lucian walked automatically, his stride stiff and awkward, clutching at his arm possessively and keeping up a lively chatter of conversation as they wandered the various hallways of the castle.
Lucian remained silent, although part of him, a very small part, was growing annoyed by the constant chatter, that seemed to pierce through his skull and cause him a never-ending headache. Did this girl never shut up? His expression was moody as they continued. He felt off balance and disorientated, unable to focus clearly on what he was meant to be doing or what he was forgetting about. He scowled.
Katya sighed. At least they were away from that Rosa
