Cindra’s POV
It was so quiet I could hear the electricity zipping through the wires of the castle. No one moved. I clutched a candle in my hand and snuck through the palace, listening for anything that sounded like a footstep.
Everything seemed to have aligned tonight. Nobody was around and the whole trip went perfectly. The door to my mother’s room opened and closed silently, and the old floorboards barely groaned.
Concealed from prying eyes, I let out a deep sigh of relief and tiptoed to the center of the room. The hidden space opened easily, and I dragged the books over behind the wardrobe to keep the light from seeping under the door.
I lit the candle quickly and looked at the diaries. The worn spines still held a bit of golden paint, and I could feel the promise of answers to my
