Chapter 70: Changing Town
Tauriel quickly retreated to her chambers, her mind reeling from the unhinged scene she had just witnessed. ’He hasn’t changed at all... He is the same as before.’
Even though she repeated those words to herself, a small, nagging thought took root in the depths of her mind. Something about the scene had been off. An anomaly. A disturbance she couldn’t quite put into words.
Heaving a deep sigh, she shook her head as if trying to shake off the feeling. Her legs carried her faster toward her chamber, where she threw herself into her bed, tugging the sheets over her trembling frame.
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The Next Morning.
Tauriel wandered through the town, seeking reprieve from the suffocating atmosphere of the castle. Something in the air felt wrong. The well-endowed maid was acting very differently from before. She was no longer muttering about killing Einar every single hour which was surprising on whole different level, nor was she fixated on one singular target, her eyes wandered around didn’t stay at a place.
In fact, it felt as if she no longer saw the rest of them at all.
She moved about the castle, eyes distant, expressions blank, treating everything and everyone as though they were mere specks of dust—no, even less than that. It was as if, for her, the rest of the world simply did not exist.
That eerie change had brought a strange tension to the castle. Conversations were stilted, the air heavy with a wordless pressure. Many of the maids had expressed frustration about being ignored, and some had even taken to avoiding her entirely.