The once empty throne–like seat was now taken by someone else.
It wasn’t just one person. As the scene widened, the hall was crowded with people.
This was the underground of the castle, identical to the main floor, right down to the arrangement of items. Like a mirror image. Yet, on closer inspection, differences could be spotted.
The high ceiling was just a trick made with mirrors. Moreover, there was a missing door that, when opened, would let in the smell of the ocean.
Isabelle turned her eyes from the person on the throne to the young man standing slightly lower on his right. The man was thin, had striking and attractive features, and was the same age as Isabelle.
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