Book Eight: Chapter 139

“Can someone help me find my tower?’ she called experimentally. When nobody replied, she continued walking. If the servants were monitoring her, they were fucking useless.

The castle itself didn’t seem to possess any architectural symmetry or logical layout. It was almost like it had been built over a long period of time, probably with more than one architect. At least it didn’t change like the last castle had when she walked from one room to another. In a bid to find one of the locked doors they had been forbidden to cross, she ended up moving down some dirty hallways with dust bunnies littered along the corners. An occasional breeze would flow in places, but it was sporadic. To her knowledge, the castle wasn’t being heated, which meant airflow wasn’t important to its denizens.

Her travels took her in a useless spiral that culminated at a large wooden door with a decorative archway above it. Suits of armor stood along both sides of the door, these ones being far more un