17

I walked down the dimly lit corridor, the soft glow of candlelight casting flickering shadows along the walls. Each step felt like an eternity as I approached Diana's chambers, the weight of my decision pressing heavily upon my shoulders.

The scent of lavender lingered in the air, a delicate fragrance that seemed to heighten my senses, amplifying the significance of the impending conversation.

As I reached the ornately carved wooden door, my hand trembled with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. I could feel the weight of the moment, knowing that this conversation would change the course of our lives forever. The polished surface of the door felt cool against my fingertips as I hesitated for a brief moment, my mind filled with doubts and second thoughts.

Summoning every ounce of resolve within me, I took a deep breath, allowing the air to fill my lungs and steady my racing heart.

With a determined exhale, I raised my hand and gently rapped my knuckles against the polished surface