His footsteps echoed in the stone stairway as he headed down. Even though the book collection in the halls of the castle was impressive enough, some of the less read, more obscure authors were kept in the storage room in the old dungeons. It had been over twenty minutes already since he sent the Swedish princess downstairs to fetch a few volumes for their literature lesson and he was sure she had either got distracted or lost on the way.
The storage room was dark when he reached it. “Birdie?” he called experimentally, his own voice answering from down the hall in a quiet echo. He tried flicking the various switches on the wall to no avail.
The hallway was lined with other rooms and the actual cells opened in another intersecting hallway. “Birdie?” he called again, louder this time as he headed further into the dungeons. She had either gone to search the other rooms or headed back upstairs to get a flashlight.
@birdiegustaf
