The long marble corridors of the castle stretched endlessly in the distance.
It's usual quiet and undisturbed atmosphere was broken by the gentle sound of footsteps traversing it's small space.
Damian walked ahead of the trio, his hands tucked into the pockets of his black coat with a somewhat unreadable expression. Lyra trailed few steps behind him, witg Ren beside her.
None of them said a word as they walked. The faint sound of birds beyond the windows were the only sounds that reached their ears other than the gentle tap of their boots on the floor.
They didn't head toward Lady Amelia's quarters like he'd hoped, Instead, their legs took them to the far eastern wing, back to Damian's shabby old room.
The moment the door shut behind them, Damian didn't even laugh like he usually did. He didn't even smirk. He simply just collapsed onto the soft bed, and refused to move.
