The Arrival of Crown Prince Robert of Skyfall
A touch landed on the metal grip.
Paused.
And then -
He opened it.
A gust slipped down the passage, stirring the flame in its holder. Light wavered along the walls of the shadowed entryway.
A shape, maybe a person, stood past the glow.
William's gaze sharpened.
Still inside, he stayed put. Not a move made. The door remained closed behind him.
He only whispered:
"…Interesting."
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Fingers twitching at his sides, William lifted himself up one bone at a time, like something uncoiling after years still. The loose drape he wore before slipped off, now swapped for an alignment sharp enough to cut silence. Cloth hugged close without wrinkling, falling straight down as if pulled by its own awareness. Stillness followed, not empty - charged.
Far across, a quiet glimmer began to tremble near the edge of the stone. A soft pulse rose where shadow met surface, barely noticeable at first glance.
Not light -
shadow.
