Cynthia had been called to the Grand Chamber at midnight and she was standing in front of the grand doors at the moment. Her heart was dancing erratically in her chest, but it wasn't a dance of pleasure. This was fear. Immeasurable fear.

Why was she called upon? And that too, in the middle of the night? What was this?

She took a deep breath and signaled for the guards to open the doors. They did and she stepped inside.

As usual, the hall was darkened with only a few torches ...