Elysia's footsteps echoed through the grand hallways of the castle, her mind a tangled web of frustration and exhaustion.
The faint morning light filtered through the tall windows, casting soft shadows along the stone walls, but it did little to ease the tension pressing down on her shoulders.
Beside her, Zera walked with a rigid posture, her fists clenched tightly at her sides. The air between them crackled with unspoken words, heavy and sharp, ready to cut through the silence at any moment.
Elysia didn't need to look at Zera to know she was furious.
Wonderful, Elysia thought grimly. This is exactly what I need right now.
The corridors stretched endlessly ahead, their journey to Elysia's chambers feeling longer than usual.
She could feel Zera's simmering anger radiating off her like a blazing fire, each step they took only fueling the inevitable explosion waiting to happen.
