Chapter 14 Cracks In The Armor

• The wind brushed against the windows as if calling someone into the darkness, whispering ancient tales. Inside the castle, it was silent, as if time itself held its breath. In one of the upper corridors, where courtiers rarely wandered, Amelia stood by a wide arch framed with aged molding, gazing into the night. Moonlight silvered her hair, giving her an almost otherworldly appearance.
• She wrapped her arms around her shoulders—not from cold, but from feeling. The moon pulled at her, as if it held a secret meant only for her to uncover.
• “Do you like the night?” came a voice from behind—quiet, deep.