Arabella's anger erupted so violently that it felt as though the entire world itself had taken a breath in fear. The floor beneath them jerked with a force that stole the balance from every living thing in the castle. The tremors didn't stop at the stone tiles; they spread outward, crawling up the walls, rattling old portraits, shaking chandeliers until their crystals clattered like frantic teeth.
Outside, in the cold night air, the guards and lingering servants stared up at the windows as the castle shuddered. A deep groan echoed from the foundations —an ancient wound in the stone splitting wider as dust rained down like ash. The old fissures that had remained harmless for years finally gave way, crumbling as if bowing in submission to Arabella's wrath.
