C487 A DAUGHTER OF FATE

"Did you see that?" Aria whispered, her voice barely a thread in the vast, echoing hallway. She remained frozen in the Young Prince’s arms, her eyes locked onto the ornate silver mirror they had just passed. The reflection showed only the flickering wall torches and the heavy oak doors, but the chill that had settled on her skin felt like the press of a dead man’s hand.

The Young Prince stopped