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"Then let's find her. She will be in the laundry room this time of the night. I heard she works till almost morning, she's very hardworking, she will need this money." They moved through the lower halls, avoiding patrol guards by memory and instinct. Bronze knew the castle better than most, even better than the captain of guards; he'd helped build half of it decades ago, before his leg gave out and his ambitions turned inward. He knew shortcuts, hidden passages, and tunnels. Mara. Bronze cleared his throat softly. She jumped, nearly dropping the sheet she'd been folding. Her eyes went wide when she saw who stood in the doorway. "Elder bronze?" She whispered, clutching the sheet to her chest

“My name is Makan. And I’ve been waiting for someone like you.” OUTSKIRTS – NIGHT The sky pressed low over the ruins, ash swirling like restless ghosts. Abigail stood at the mouth of the Brass Fangs’ refinery, the same decaying structure Tunde had walked into days ago. Only now, the wind carried something colder. She wore her dust-streaked jacket zipped to the throat, a satchel slung tight across her shoulder. Her hand rested on it, over the Adrium shard glowing faintly inside. She knocked once.

" wow all this is just so complicated" "I know that's why I need your help how do we free her" " its definitely not going to be easy but I think I have what can help you" he stands up from his bed and walk over to a table, he bends and opens the lower drawer he brings out what looks like a blueprint? "okay this is a blueprint of all the corners of Dracula castle and if you look at this place you can see a secret tunnel leading to where the princess is being kept, but the only problem is the tunnel is located at the library in Dracula Study"

“So when does Arya usually come in?” “Oh, Sir? He lives upstairs. He comes down sometimes when the crowd swells up but sometimes he doesn’t. He has many more businesses so he is usually busy. Why didn’t you call him before coming over? The boy with the pink hair gave a cheeky smile. “He really likes you, you know? We have been given instructions that whenever you are here you should be treated as a VVIP. Look there.” He pointed to two bouncers who were walking towards her. “Anya madam,” one of the burly bouncers said. “You are supposed to be in the VIP lounge upstairs. Arya sir will join you in half an hour. He did not know you would be visiting today.”

Utter chaos. That was what Bran met in the yard of his castle and he had never been more thankful that his room didn't have a front view of the castle, else, Maria would have been able to see that something was wrong. He was still in the process of learning her, but he knew for a fact that she would want to know what was happening. Always curious.

Theon “We've kept Valencia in the dungeons,” I tell the Headmistress as we make our way back to the castle. “The dungeons are in the cellar. I’ll bring her to a better room for you, it’ll be easier for the interrogation.” Walking through the hallways of the castle with the Headmistress attracts as many stares as it did while we crossed through the town. They’re much more discreet in the castle, but no less surprised and reverent. The Headmistress simply looks that ethereal. I don’t believe she’d ever visited the royal pack before, much less an ordinary pack.

He was able to purchase a map of the outline of the castle grounds thanks to Brian’s spies. He and Brian rode their carriage through the forest right before the kingdom. As they pulled up to their hideout, “be careful Rhode Wales. Our clan cannot go through another loss.” He held his best friend’s shoulder. “What are you talking about Brian Freeborn?” Rhode laughed and transformed. He pawed his friends hand and scurried away from the hideout, towards the Eastern Kingdom. Rhode dug a pit under the wall of the castle. If his calculations were right, on the other side of the wall is the castle garden, a place that is mostly empty safe for the gardeners who garden on Saturdays.

Bran closed his eyes and gave himself up to the wolf dream, to the smells and sounds of midnight. When they woke the next morning, the fire had gone out and the Liddle was gone, but he'd left a sausage for them, and a dozen oatcakes folded up neatly in a green and white cloth. Some of the cakes had pinenuts baked in them and some had blackberries. Bran ate one of each, and still did not know which sort he liked the best. One day there would be Starks in Winterfell again, he told himself, and then he'd send for the Liddles and pay them back a hundredfold for every nut and berry.

Ember’s POV: Loading the meat on the trollies, warriors started pushing them toward the backside of the castle where the dungeon grounds were present. Darius stayed closer to me as I followed them. Before entering the grounds, Darius scanned our surroundings with careful eyes and mumbled under his breath, “Keep your eyes open. I don’t want to lose my sister-in-law right after finding her.” Rolling my eyes, I repeated for the hundredth time, “How many times do I need to tell you not to say that?”

Corbin closed the portal and opened the next one for us to go through. “Last group to get, Clan Drusilla,” Corbin said. We all stepped through the portal and found ourselves at a large white and gray stone castle with tall intimidating towers. It looked creepy as could be and the vegetation around the area was all dead. There were torches lit all around and I could hear movement along with voices.