The guards stood sentinel, their expectant gazes boring into me. Yet, I remained rooted to the spot, my senses overwhelmed by the chaos of sights and sounds. As I attempted to unravel the enigma before me, Easton approached, his voice cutting through the din. "Is everything alright, my lady?" His tone, overly formal, sent a shiver down my spine.
"Y-yes..." I stammered. The weight of the situation was suffocating, and I yearned to escape this surreal scene. "Lord Lucien awaits," Easton’s voice sternly reminded me.
The guards, like obedient hounds, urged me forward through the crowd of humanity. Easton trailed behind his presence a constant reminder of my precarious position. Heads bowed, bodies curtsied - a grotesque display of loyalty that sent chills down my spine. I yearned to break free from this.