Right on his way to the dining table, Asher could feel curious eyes on him—those peering from the dark corners, some filled with admiration and adoration, while others looked at him with pure malicious intent.
Asher wasn't moved one bit.
If they wanted to judge anyone, they should judge their master because he was the one who forced him into this whole agreement in the first place.
He kept walking until they arrived at the main building itself, the one that looked so much like a citadel.
It was the most magnificent thing Asher had ever seen in his entire life.
The walls looked ancient, almost like they had survived centuries, yet the beauty and splendor of the place hadn't decayed at all. If anything, it seemed to shine even brighter with age. The design was so Gothic, giving the feeling of ancient castles and royal palaces, and Asher absolutely loved it.
After a few more minutes of walking, they finally arrived at the dining hall.
