one hundred and thirty four

Evelyn’s POV

As I sat in the quiet solitude of my room, memories of the painful incident lingered in the depths of my mind. The weight of loss pressed upon my heart, and I thought I had known pain before, but this... this was something entirely different. It was a raw ache that seemed to seep into every fiber of my being.

Lost in my thoughts, the silence was shattered by a sudden, jarring noise echoing from the stairs. Startled, I felt a surge of curiosity and concern. What could be causing such a commotion in the usually serene corridors of the palace?

Driven by a mix of apprehension and a need to investigate, I rose from my seat and made my way towards the source of the disturbance. As I stepped into the corridor, a sense of unease washed over me. It was eerily quiet, the stillness almost suffocating.

The emptiness of the corridor struck me as odd, for the palace was usually abuzz with activity. It was as if time had frozen, leaving behind an unsettling void. The absence of familiar