Lucrezia was led down the corridors and into a familiar path leading her past a maze of other passages.
Finally, it opened up to a huge double door at the far end, and she couldn't help but stare at the pictures carved on the arches of the ceiling. The one that looked like a complete fantasy world in its own, hauling her mind into the abode of its divine attraction.
How can such a plain thing that lacks beauty be so splendid to the sight?
She took a faltering breath when the servants, the ones meant to be her chaperones, walked with painfully loud footsteps despite their soft footsteps. Any normal person would barely hear a sound from their movement, but suddenly, Lucrezia didn't feel normal.
She could hear even the slightest thing so miserably in her mind. From the sizzle of water boiling, to the sound of birds chirping, to sword against stone, and to overlapping voices coming from nowhere yet everywhere at the same time.
