Morianna de Walter
The stone corridors of the castle were gradually emptying after a long evening. The music from the main hall could hardly be heard here, and only the occasional crackle of candles broke the silence of the gallery. Lady Morianna de Walter stood at the high window, the cold moonlight gliding softly over her dark hair and silver ornaments. The Countess was accustomed to noticing what others had missed. Slight movement of air in the corridor. A barely audible step on the stone floor. Someone's presence behind her back. She realized it almost immediately. Morianna did not turn around. She only tilted her head slightly, as if listening to a distant sound, and thin fingers slowly touched the ring on her hand. A faint, mysterious smile appeared on her face. Someone was watching her.
About Morianna de Walter
The stone corridors of the castle were gradually emptying after a long evening. The music from the main hall could hardly be heard here, and only the occasional crackle of candles broke the silence of the gallery. Lady Morianna de Walter stood at the high window, the cold moonlight gliding softly over her dark hair and silver ornaments. The Co...Read more