The grand feast had come to a close, and with gracious nods, Kael, Emily, Orion, and Leo bade goodnight to Prince Sebastian and the vigilant royal guards. As they began to retreat from the bustling hall, Mr. Harrington, the head butler, emerged as their guide to the chambers designated for the night.
"Please, follow me," Mr. Harrington said with a courteous smile, leading them away from the lingering echoes of laughter and clinking glasses.
As they ascended a grand staircase adorned with elaborate railings, Orion couldn't help but glance back at the magnificence of the hall. "This place is like something out of a fairy tale."
Emily chuckled, "Except in this tale, the prince is our friend."
The group reached the second floor, where Mr. Harrington gestured towards a series of intricately designed doors. "These will be your quarters for the evening. I trust they will meet your satisfaction."
"Thank you, Mr. Harrington," Kael replied, appreciating the elegance of the corridor.
Leo, however, was curious about the upper floors. "What about the third floor? What's up there?"
Mr. Harrington's demeanor became subtly formal. "The third floor is reserved for the royal family. A place of privacy and sanctity. Only those of royal lineage are permitted there."
Orion raised an eyebrow. "Any particular reason?"
Mr. Harrington's smile remained, but there was a hint of guarded secrecy. "It is a long-standing tradition, a haven for the ruling family. I hope you find your chambers to your liking. Should you need anything, do not hesitate to ring for assistance. Wishing you all a peaceful night."
As Mr. Harrington withdrew, the quartet entered their respective chambers, the doors closing with a gentle hush. The second floor of the castle embraced them with regal allure, and as they prepared for the night, the mysteries of the third floor lingered in the air, casting a veil of intrigue over the ancient stones of the castle.