Chapter 6 A Walk Under The Moon

• The moon softly lit the path along the castle’s inner garden. At this late hour, everything had fallen silent — except for the breath of the night and the occasional rustle of leaves. Amelia walked barefoot on the stones, savoring the coolness. After a long day, she craved quiet — far from tension, heavy stares, and icy words.
• She approached the fountain in the center of the garden and sat down on the marble edge. The water in the basin reflected the silver sky, and she lost herself in thought.
• What was her place here, among these people… no, these beings, who barely acknowledged her presence?