Serena found herself retracing her steps through the quiet hallway, past the flickering sconces and polished stone that lined the corridor. Her feet carried her to the small antechamber she had once been led to. The chamber she had been to when she had to watch for Darius before leaving for the communal gathering, he will not be with her today.
She twisted the doorknob and slipped inside. The room was unchanged: still dim, still modest, still holding the scent of old wood and faint lavender oil. She closed the door behind her and paced for a time, her thoughts swirling like dust caught in candlelight.
