đ.đ: Damned NPCs
điliette's legs felt like hollow reeds beneath her, bending with each hesitant step.
The echo of her footsteps rang louder than the guards flanking her, their boots striking the polished marble like drumbeats of judgment.
Her throat was dry, parched like a well left too long in the sun. Every breath scratched down her throat.
She didn't dare lift her head. She kept her gaze anchored to the floor, to the flawless reflections on stone that shimmered beneath the chandeliers.
If she looked upâif she accidentally met someone's gazeâwhat would she find?
Pity?
Or worse⊠judgment.
'I didn't do it. I didn't do anything⊠Why won't anyone believe me?'
The path they took was unfamiliarâless traversed corridors, dimmer, quieter. The further they went, the more it felt like she was being led away from the world she knew. Like they were burying her in the belly of the castle.
