The Elegant Dagger

The hall was quiet.

As she walked toward the dining room with Fiadh, everything around her was quiet.

She could hear her heels clicking against the floors. It echoed in a distant and unnerving kind of way. The way the sounds were echoing, bouncing, distorting.

The hall was just. So quiet and lonely. Like so many of the palace hallways in Sidera, there simply wasn't anyone around but herself and Fiadh.

It made the hairs rise on her neck and she looked back to check that Darrach was still in safe, caring arms - he was. He had nestled close and rested his head on a shoulder, like a content baby. Rache's heart warmed. And Fiadh looked as smitten as ever.

He was in good hands.

Even though the hall was ominous.

A hand touched her back and she jolted from surprise, twisting and staring into Donncahd's calm gaze.