One week later.
Elysia sat on the edge of the fountain in the castle's courtyard, her violet eyes scanning the vibrant blooms that now adorned the once-bleak surroundings. It was hard to believe how much had changed in just seven days.
When Malvoria left, the castle had felt cold—its towering stone walls and endless corridors echoing with emptiness. But now... now it felt alive.
Soft drapes in shades of cream and blush billowed gently in the breeze from open windows.
Light pink and beige roses, freshly cut from the castle gardens, sat in delicate vases along the hallways and grand staircases, their subtle fragrance weaving through the air.
The dark, oppressive atmosphere had been lifted, replaced with warmth and elegance. Golden candelabras lined the walls, their flames casting soft, flickering light that danced across polished floors.
Plush rugs in muted pastels covered the once-bare stone, their intricate patterns adding texture and comfort.
