Whispers in the Dark

Seraphine moved carefully through the servants' halls, ears sharp for any mention of the east wing.

She didn't have to wait long.

Two maids whispered by the kitchen doorway, their voices hushed but urgent.

"I heard someone went in last night."

"And?"

"No one saw them leave."

A chill crept up Seraphine's spine.

Whatever was happening in that chamber wasn't just secrecy—it was danger.

She needed to get inside.

But not yet. Not without knowing exactly what she was walking into.

Tonight, she would watch.

And then, she would strike.

To be continued…

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