- Roland POV -
Roland walked silently through the shadowed hallways of Morgain Castle, the faint flicker of torches dancing across the cold stone walls. His footsteps were slow, careful, as if rehearsing the words he'd soon deliver to Lady Seraphine.
"If I tell her that the bastard is investigating her... and that I gained his trust because of it, maybe she'll reward me. That bastard humiliated me—cut off my hand like I was nothing because I touched his maid. If I keep acting submissive, I can earn both their trust and betray him when the moment is right."
His lips curled into a faint smirk.
'She terrifies me... but power always comes with risk.'
The air in the corridor felt heavier than usual, the silence more suffocating. Somewhere, deep in the stone structure, something moved—a whisper of wind where there should have been none.
Unseen from the darkness, a pair of golden eyes narrowed.
Roland yawned, stretching his jaw wide. He barely had time to blink.
Thunk.
