Chapter 19: A thousand candles to brighten the mansion
Morning.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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Lydia stepped out of the bedroom close to an hour later, she’d been attacked by several emotions after letting herself think, she couldn’t leave the room even after dressing up.
A new day as a new person she walked around the hallway carefully taking in the details she had so lazily missed the day before, the whole mansion was in one word ’dark’.
Nothing decorates the hallway, and the paints on the wall are new but without effort they are black, she frowned deeply, she couldn’t discern why anybody would want such a gloomy eerie dark house, she glance around not letting her frown slip, as though the house felt her emotions it felt lighter suddenly.
Like the walls had a thousand fireflies nestled within them, they eliminated a soft light, she smiled blinking so fast, she thought she’d miss the strange happening and just like they came a moment later the light deemed and she found she’d already walked to the stair leading downstairs.
The mansion even with its eeriness was elegant and daunting, it had candle bars and fire holes in every corner and port necessary, the hall she had stood in the first day came into vision as she finished down the stairs, she knew the hall was big the last time but right now she realizes the word for it is enormous, this hall could comfortably accommodate hundreds of people, they were no decoration like the last time and now she wonders who decorated the hall as they are no single female in the mansion lest her now.
The mansion that she had read to have a life of its own, with feelings and reactions had proven right a bit too much for her to pretend otherwise, and it was so silent, you could hear a pin drop, she didn’t know where to follow with her strolling so she listened properly and caught a sound coming from the far right of the mansion, she headed there.
Upon reaching her destination she became conscious of what she’d walked into, a half-naked hound attentively, stabbing, axing, cutting and washing a big very dead animal on a platform outside the kitchen, through the door that was left ajar. Hound did not seem to notice her or simply did not know how to meet her eyes, so he continued with his work as he felt her gaze travel his sweaty side view, his whole body was soaked with sweats he didn’t appreciate.
Lydia, however, is rooted to her spot imagining that was Theodore, his shirts off as he uses energy to get this done, he could be all sweaty too and she wouldn’t mind she thought