Cassandra moved down the stone corridor, her every step slow and deliberate. The flickering sunlight seeped through the windows danced on the walls, casting shadows that seemed to reach for her as if whispering secrets from the dark. Her gloved hand hovered near the guest chamber's ornate door handle, but she did not yet touch it. She already felt the presence within. Heavy, unmistakable, almost regal in its quiet weight. She knew exactly who it was. Everyone in Sturgon did.
"Of course it would be him..." she muttered under her breath, brushing a stray lock of dark hair behind her ear.
The hallway outside the guest chambers had transformed. The knights of the Order One were stationed like statues, their polished silver-and-crimson armor gleaming. Their hands rested on the hilts of their swords, though none made a move. Their presence was suffocating.
