It was nighttime in the Von Heim estate, and the soft glow of gas lamps, paired with the signature stained glass windows, gave the halls an almost fantastical quality.
The colors refracted gently off polished marble floors, casting fleeting, dreamlike patterns on the high-arched ceilings and walls.
Lugh sat alone in his room. It was moments like these—when he had no orders to follow, no task at hand, no looming struggle for survival—when the world around him finally fell quiet and leisurely, that Lugh felt... lonely.
He sat for hours in that dimly lit space, silent as the night itself. The quiet stretched on, slow and heavy, until even he began to feel the weight of boredom crawling into his thoughts.
Eventually, he stood, rising from the cushioned seat like a shadow peeling away from the dark.
