Chapter 115. Stealing Under A Spell: pt. 1

Esmeray scanned her surroundings in fascination as she followed the servant who was going to help her in fixing her dress problem.

The castle seemed to be built by someone who loved perfection, elegance and authenticity.

The one who had designed it must be proud of what he had created. The walls were strong as was the structure. It could give shelter to the ones residing in it for millennia to the come.

The deeper Esmeray walked into the fortress, the heavier the air seemed to become. It wasn’t just stone and mortar that made up the place—it was history, secrets, and whispers of power woven into every corner. She could almost feel the echoes of ancient voices vibrating against her skin, like ghosts of kings and warriors refusing to rest.

The walls of the corridor seemed even yet when Esmeray looked keenly she noticed stones, stones of various sizes and shapes, each one unique in its own way.

The proud stones represented themselves as the protector of th