The halls of the castle had always been vast, frightening.

Usually screams filled the walls, keeping travelers out.

But on a night like this, the only thing that ran through the halls was gentle singing, the tall woman scribblin papers as she sat in her chair. A record player projected music as the woman sung to herself, the only other sound being the occasional rustle of papers, or her pen leaving marks on the parchment.

She pushed reading glasses up her nose, singing softly as she worked.