The women looked around the foyer. A grand staircase flanked each side. Behind the staircases and down the halls to either side, sat private reception rooms, meeting rooms, and offices, as well as the formal dining area once used for family dinners and official affairs. The floor above included numerous chambers for members of the first family, their Oathtakers, and frequent palace guests.
A plush rug muted the sounds of their steps as they started down the spacious hallway to the right. Cobwebs hung around the fixtures hanging from the ceiling, as well as on the sconces and artwork on the walls. The candles of the fixtures had burned down to stubs and now were clothed in dust.
The place was utterly silent.
It’s as though it quit breathing, the Oathtaker thought.
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