Chapter 175. The Scribes

Desmond paced quickly through a passage in the castle. His eyes fixed forward, his face and his dark-gold, silk attire lit up and dimmed out repeatedly as he walked past flame torches hung along the passage walls. The orange hue of the torches illuminated his dark blue eyes, revealing the tension he kept buried in his heart. His leather boots clicked with each step he took, the sound echoing throughout the passage.

Ayabelle, his right-hand maiden, snuck behind him. Hiding her footsteps beneath the echoing of his, she stepped between the walls, blended with the darkness, and stepped into corners every time he turned. She wore a black maid uniform with short sleeves and a knee-length dress. Her shoes were flat footed and soft so she wouldn’t make any sound, and her movements were as fluid as a snake’s.

Desmond turned around once more, an uneasy feeling brewing in his chest. His brows furrowed as he stared into the darkness of the passage. After only a moment, he sighed, sh