Liria moved through the halls like a ghost, silent and unseen.
The stone corridors of the castle stretched endlessly before her, lit only by flickering torches mounted along the walls. Shadows danced in their wake, stretching and twisting with every step she took.
Her thoughts were heavier than her footsteps.
She barely remembered making it back inside, barely registered the guards stationed at the entrance or the quiet murmur of voices that drifted through the halls. It was as if she were walking through a dream untethered, weightless, drifting somewhere between reality and the dark whispers still echoing in her mind.
"You are mine."
Liria clenched her fists.
She didn't want to think about it. Didn't want to hear that voice anymore, smooth and patient, slithering into her thoughts like a serpent.
But no matter how hard she tried to push it away, it remained.
Like a stain that wouldn't wash out.