Raziela
The corridor outside was empty and dimly lit.
My feet carried me toward the castle though I could not have explained why. My rational mind screamed questions at me. What was I doing? Where was I going? What possible justification could I have for leaving my quarters in the middle of the night?
But those questions felt distant, unimportant compared to the inexplicable pull that drew me forward.
The gates that led to the castle were unguarded, unlike earlier in the day when several warriors had flanked around. It seemed things had eased inside the castle. I pressed forward, crossing the threshold that led into the castle and moving through the courtyard until I was inside the castle.
It was dark inside, shadows played tricks with the familiar architecture, and the silence seemed
