The Faded Portrait

ha aggiunto una foto Literature

2026-08-20 05:59:08 -

The hall smelled of beeswax and old blood. Candles guttered in silver sconces, casting long, trembling shadows across the vaulted ceiling of the Great Hall. It was a feast for the court of King Aldric, a man whose face had become as hard and unreadable as the iron gates of his fortress. They ate roast boar and white bread, but no one spoke of joy. The silence was heavy, a physical weight that...

0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 4 Views 0 Anteprima