Book 17: Why Wait?

Aris

I’ve seen things in my life I can’t explain.

This is, by far, the most intense.

I was perfectly fine staying ignorant of the fact that the spirits who keep the castle running like a well-oiled machine were once people, and that Soren was right about being unnerved by their ghostly presence.

But this is…. This is just…

Posey steps forward to stand between me and the young woman draped in silver moonlight, her gown like something out of the ancient books in Arthur’s archives. It’s strange seeing the haunting outline of the diadem on her head, her dark, tightly curled hair woven through the slits of metal in an intricate updo compared to Posey, soot-stained and gorgeous, still in her apron, the diadem resting on top of her thick, strawberry-blonde waves.