Leaving the Queen's chamber granted Arabella a rare moment of freedom to wander the castle, though she knew it was a fragile illusion. Her goal was clear: to find a way out. But reaching the entrance was impossible under the weight of so many hungry, crimson gazes. The vampires lurking in the halls watched her like a free pet, theirs for the taking. If not for the ever present guards, she might have already been drained dry. Yet, while the guards kept the predators at bay, they also made one thing painfully clear: that she was a prisoner. Any attempt to move toward the entrance was met with silent, immovable resistance.
With a sigh, Arabella retraced her steps, taking mental note of the overwhelming number of guards stationed throughout the castle. Their vigilance was unwavering, their gazes sharp. The idea of slipping past them, let alone vanishing without a trace, seemed impossible.
