The soft rustle of fabric echoed through the quiet hallway as my brother gently pulled one of his hoods over my head. The coarse but comforting texture settled around my shoulders, and a light giggle escaped me, warm and playful. His hands lingered for a moment, smoothing the folds, as if sealing me into a shared secret.
"Like this?" he teased, his voice low and familiar.
I nodded, my smile bright beneath the shadow of the hood. The small thrill of as if he is helping me escape the cruel palace, it made me feel closer to him. He reached out and took my hand, fingers strong and reassuring as he led me down the stone corridors of the estate.
Before each step forward, he paused eyes sharp, scanning every corner, every shadow, ensuring the path was safe. The echo of our footsteps mixed with the distant call of birds settling for the evening. I followed silently, my heart fluttering with anticipation and a gentle undercurrent of nervousness.
