~ALTHEA
I sat on a chair as I watched Cynthia's subconscious form.
We were in a secluded space. I had originally planned to take Cynthia to Tristan's playhouse until I found this room on the way there.
My burning candle was the only source of light in the space. The only form of opening as well, was the door. It was a quite large space, perhaps as big as my room. I suspected that it might have been used as a storage space before it got abandoned.
The best part was that no one would hear Cynthia scream when I began to hit her and even if they did, I doubted if anyone would come to her aid.
They still feared whatever lurked in the corridors at night. It was easier for me now because I knew more about Calanthé. I was no longer in the dark.
Cynthia began to stir and short groans esca
