Chapter 77: It's Time

After a thousand steps and not less than a dozen flights of stairs, she wondered if she had been used to being cradled like a kid and carried along everywhere. Honestly, he had done it so effortlessly, in and out of cars and planes and so on. She could have been a feather. And, she must have forgotten a part of herself.

“No elevator, by any chance?”

“Where you are is a thousand-year-old heritage. No elevator.” He walked alongside her, and to his credit, he did not look bored.

“What about the throne room? That’s not part of the heritage?” she probed.

“Who says I’m conserving this? It’s all Magnus’s idea.”

“I would have thought you’re the artsy type. Given that little piano display when we met. And the paintings.” She was trying to get a reaction from him aside from getting answers. Since he had gained her promise, he had been gritting his fangs and keeping his silence.

“Little piano…” He groaned. “You should know, during the 20th century, everyone who heard me play wondered why I