The festivities gradually subsided.
The sounds of laughter and music drifted away, replaced by the rhythmic footsteps of servants clearing away the remnants of the banquet. One by one, the crystal chandeliers in the main hall were extinguished, leaving only a dim, flickering glow in the corridors leading to the private chambers.
Rianor pushed Elara's wheelchair through the quiet hallway. No one followed. No one dared to intrude. Grimm himself had ensured that no servants would cross this path tonight.
Finally, they reached the door.
Rianor opened it, steered Elara inside, and closed the heavy door with a soft click.
The room was bathed in warmth. A single crystal lamp on the ceiling glowed faintly, casting dancing shadows against the stone walls. In the center of the room, a grand bed with pristine white sheets awaited them. On a small side table, two glasses of wine and a plate of fresh red berries sat untouched—a preparation by Aurelia that no one dared refuse.
