CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

Morrigan's footsteps are light as she strides gracefully and silently in the hallway of the palace to the east side of the palace where the Prince Regent and Mathias stay. Her bare foot touching the cold marble floor as the sky lit up occasionally by the threatening storm. Her face was covered with a black veil hiding her identity. Only her beautiful eyes void of life tells the silent agony that she had kept within her. Her hair sways at every step of hers. This is the right time to exact her revenge. Her hand grips the dagger in her hand as her silent footsteps come in contact with the cold floor. The roaring thunder and the lightning illuminating the palace's dark hallway, casting a shadow on her face. Her eyes are cold and ruthless, decisive even that one would know what is running in her mind. The scene of a woman dressed in black walking silently in the hallway is a sinister scene one would not want to see.

The hallway has no guards for the threatening th