An alliance sealed by a kiss

Chapter 4

"Then, please have a good rest, Princess." Before leaving, the head maid seemed to have remembered something, paused in her steps and smiled faintly: "By the way, Princess, you can go anywhere in the palace during the weekdays, except for the northernmost palace and tower, so please don't trespass. "

The northernmost palace and tower?

Although it was an offhand reminder, it was fine if she didn't say it, but when she did, it instead gave birth to a faint trace of doubt and curiosity in Cynthia, as if a small bug was scratching at the tip of her heart. For a moment, she also associated it with the legend about the monster.However, the head waitress clearly had no intention of explaining, and Cynthia was not in a position to show anything, so she could only see her off.

Once the door closed, she and the two maids were the only ones left in the large palace.

After more than half a month of traveling and being haunted by nightmares to the point of not resting well, Cynthia just wanted to get a good night's sleep tonight. After a quick shower, she dropped herself onto the large, soft bed.

Margo dimmed the oil lamp for her and pulled Shana away with her.

Cynthia used to read for a while before going to bed, leaning against the oil lamp, she had only turned a few pages when she suddenly heard a soft, sharp "chuffing" sound coming from the ceiling above her head. It was like the ear-splitting sound of something crawling on it, its sharp nails scratching on the old wood.

Cynthia, who had a good ear, raised her eyes sensitively and frowned.

What's that noise? There couldn't be a mouse on the ceiling, could there?

She then straightened up and looked around the ceiling to make sure that there were no gaps and that no mice would fall down in the middle of the night before continuing to read with peace of mind.

Half an hour later, sleep slowly invaded her eyelids.Cynthia yawned, put the book down on her pillow, and lay down with her back to the floor-to-ceiling window.

The moon paced out from behind the overcast clouds, and the entire courtyard was showered with a silver shimmering glow. The dark gray trees were speckled with shadows that swayed in the wind. The latticework of the floor-to-ceiling windows' ledges was hazily projected onto the ground, crawling up Cynthia's unsuspecting back like a slithering worm-snake.

Cynthia had fallen asleep, so naturally she didn't see that, in those flickering gray shadows, there was an extraordinarily large shadow that had been shrinking motionlessly in the corner of the window since some time ago.

The outer walls of this room had no bumps to pad the feet on, and in the upper right corner of the window, however, hung silently and upside down, something ghastly white in circumference. Its twisted, spindly limbs clung to the stone wall, its belly bulged, a loose skin wrapped in rotting mud, and its sideways-crooked head squeezed forward against the glass, slightly deformed and oozing a sticky watery stain. A pair of beadless eyes stared directly at the back of Cynthia's head, as if listening to the sound of her blood rushing through its ears, and a hungry gasp escaped its throat.

Just as it was finally unable to resist the urge to climb a few more inches, the faint light of the oil lamp on the bedside table suddenly flickered, and the golden light shimmered against the glass.The creepy thing seemed to be afraid of the light, and with a low howl, unwilling and resentful, its tail extremely sharp, it dodged violently and shrank back behind the corner of the window.The leaves stopped shaking, and for the night the illusion of quiet and beauty was barely maintained from being torn apart by malevolent claws and teeth. Leaden clouds crept in to blot out the moonlight, and Cynthia, lost in a beautiful dream, not yet aware of her situation, was quietly gathered into the blocky shadows.