The atmosphere in the palace was wrought with tension as the horrendous incident of the previous night cut like a blade across Caroline's soul, imprinting onto her the scar of a deadly secret harbored by Casimir.
The morning sun seemed to greet her with its golden rays through the arched windows but she barely noticed it. Her mind was reeling from the events of last night that she barely noticed the hushed whispers and the sidelong glances thrown in her direction by the palace staff.
A sudden gust of wind howled through her chamber, rattling the heavy doors as if a storm had burst into the palace. The wind snuffed out all the torches, plunging the room into darkness. An unseen force that was undeniably powerful snatched the breath from her lungs making it difficult for her to make a sound.
This was the work of magic.
