Chapter 125 Rivalry

• The door whispered shut behind us with a soft click, sealing away the solitude of my room.
• Mierelle and I stepped out into the corridor, and the plush runner beneath our feet swallowed every sound, muffling our steps. Morning light slanted in through the tall cathedral windows that lined the hallway, casting golden beams across the tiled floor and gilded paneling. Dust motes danced in the shafts of light, suspended midair like stars caught in amber.
• Mierelle moved ahead.