It began, oddly enough, with the soft clap of Brielle's shoes against the polished hallway floor. Verona found the sound strangely comforting, like something steady she could hold onto while the rest of her mind wandered somewhere between memory and rediscovery.
After breakfast, Brielle launched into what she called a "proper introduction to your new home, My Lady."
Verona wasn't sure what she expected. Dusty recollections? Hollow rooms that felt as empty as she had once felt? Maybe something bleak or stiff, the same way her heart used to lock itself whenever she walked within these walls.
But instead, she found herself… listening. Really listening. With an almost inconvenient amount of focus.
