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Chapter 638: Count William [Part-2]

Count William [Part-2]

The chandeliers were shining warmly above me. The area below them felt really cold. It was like something was weighing on the space even though I could not see it. The room just felt heavy, with things that people expected to happen. The chandeliers were still shining above but that did not make the space beneath them feel any warmer.

The butler said in a quiet voice "Everything has to be just right." He was fixing a candle holder. His voice was very soft. You could still hear him clearly. It was like he was sharing a secret. "Count William will not put up with any kind of mess. Especially not tonight when Count William is coming. Count William likes things a way and we have to make sure everything is perfect, for Count William.

A little worry went through the maids who were standing nearby. They did not say a word. They were too afraid.. Their eyes looked at each other for a very short time before they quickly looked back at what they were doing. The maids fingers got a grip on what they were holding. Their shoulders moved in a bit. If the maids made one mistake here it would be noticed a lot more than if someone yelled. The maids knew that one little mistake could be very bad, for them.

A maid pulled a velvet curtain. She only moved it a bit. It was like the fabric could feel unhappy. Another maid leaned over a mirror. She was rubbing away a mark that only she could see. Her breath made the mirror fog up for a second. Then it was clear again. The mirror already looked really clean.. Being perfect is not just about what people can see. It is, about what they might see if they look closely at the mirror. The maids wanted the mirror to be perfect.

The maids. They started moving really fast. They pulled the velvet curtains up to the height. The mirrors were cleaned so they would shine and not have any spots on them. The servants even tried to walk so their footsteps would not make any noise that could mess up the quiet atmosphere. Every single thing they did every step they took and every move they made was important to make everything seem perfect and follow the rules that were, in place. The maids and the servants wanted to make sure that the house looked really nice and that everything was done the way.

The woman had sweat on her face. It was beading up along her temple. Another woman was walking across the hall. She swallowed hard as she walked. She was counting each step she took. It was like she was saying a prayer. Nobody was in a hurry. If you rush you make noise.. The air in the room felt strange. It felt tight. The room seemed to be holding its breath just like the women were. The air was full of tension as the women like the woman who was walking across the hall and the woman with sweat, on her temple waited to see what would happen next.

Down the corridor a tray made a soft clinking sound. This small noise cut through the quiet like a knife and it stopped a lot of the servants from moving. They just stood there until the sound was gone. When it was really quiet again did the air start to move. The corridor was silent more except for the sound of a tray clinking softly which had started it all. The servants, in the corridor waited then they started to move slowly.

The city was still alive outside. Lanterns hung from the rooftops. They swayed back and forth in the wind. The city lanterns gave off a light that hit the roofs of the houses. People were finishing up their shopping for the night. You could hear people laughing in the streets. The sound of the laughter mixed with the sound of street performers jumping and flipping around. They were getting ready for the people who would come to watch them in the morning. The city horses were moving in lines, outside the city walls. The horses were walking on the stone road. You could hear their hooves hitting the ground from far away. Inside the estate everything was really quiet. It was a weird kind of quiet like people were holding their breath. Outside the estate the world was still moving fast it was like a big living thing that was always changing and getting used to the new king. The new king had people who were supposed to help him and make sure he stayed in charge but you could not see them they were, like hands that were doing everything.

The big staircase at the back of the hall looked really nice under the light of the lamps on the wall. Each step was polished. It looked like it was shining with gold and shadows that moved like water. From up high a soft sound came down the stairs. Tap, tap, tap. It was very quiet, on the stone. It was loud enough to make everyone look at it. The sound of the tap was small it was like someone was being careful. It seemed important and you could not ignore it. The staircase and the sound of the tap were really getting everyones attention.

The maids stopped moving where they were. Their fingers, which had been making sure the linens were smooth or the silverware was in the place became tight and you could see the bones in their fingers. They all turned their heads at the time. One of the trays started to shake. Someone caught it. Someone else stopped breathing for a second. Even the butlers, who are supposed to stay calm no what stood up a little straighter their shoulders going back and they looked towards the stairs. The maids and the butlers felt a little uneasy it was not a feeling but it was there like a cold feeling that was slowly spreading through their bodies. The maids and the butlers felt this unease, in their chests.

The hall was really quiet it seemed like the hall was waiting for something to happen. The hall just stood there silent and still like the hall was holding its breath.

Time did not feel steady anymore. It felt like it was stretching out thin and was very fragile. The whole world seemed like it was not sure if it should take the step. In that room a clock started ticking. It was ticking slowly and deliberately. You could hear each tick echoing off the ceiling. It was, like the sound of a heart beating from far away. The clock was counting down to something. I did not know what it was. Because it was so quiet every little sound seemed loud. I could hear the sound of clothes moving. I could hear the sound of leather scraping against the marble floor. Even the sound of the air moving around seemed loud.

Nobody said a word. It was completely quiet. The silence was really awkward. Nobody spoke.

Nobody had the courage to do it. People were just too scared to try. The thing is nobody dared to.

It was completely quiet. Nobody said a word. Nobody dared to say anything. The silence was because nobody was brave enough to speak up. Nobody was brave enough to say what the people, with Computer Science were thinking about Computer Science. Nobody was brave enough to talk about Computer Science.

Then just as the last bit of sound disappeared into the marble and wood the noise changed. It was not a faint tapping sound anymore. Now it was the rhythm of someone moving. You could hear footsteps. These footsteps were. Intentional. A person slipped into view at the top of the stairs. Their shadow stretched out across the shiny steps. The footsteps of this person were slow and deliberate. The sound of the footsteps and the shadow of this person, on the stairs made everything feel really quiet.

Someone was coming down.

The servants just stopped moving their hands stuck in the air like they were waiting for something. It was like someone had told them to freeze. Nobody had said a word. The servants froze their hands stuck like that because it seemed like an invisible command had been given to them.

The two moons outside sent a pale and ghostly light through the windows. This light caught the edges of the marble and the gold railings. It also caught the person moving down the stairs.

Each step this person took made the light come in more. It surrounded the person like a quiet spotlight.

The person was not all the way down the stairs yet but you could already feel how important they were. It was like the air in the room was already showing respect, to the moons and this person before they had even fully come into view. The twin moons and this person had a presence that you could feel from far away and it was very strong.

The maid swallowed hard her throat felt tight. She looked quickly at her sister. They just stood there not moving. The butler held his tray tightly his fingers were white and the metal started to creak. It was like what he was carrying got a lot heavier all of a sudden. Somewhere, in the room a glass was shaking against another glass. Nobody said a word. Nobody was brave enough to speak. The room was really quiet. It was not a calm quiet. The silence was full of people waiting to see what would happen next it was like you could feel it on your skin. The maid and her sister and the butler they were all. The silence was really uncomfortable.

The estate was really quiet. The floors were shiny. They reflected the slow movement of the moon above. The old tapestries on the walls were not moving they were just hanging there with their pictures. The big crystal lights were breaking up the moonlight into pieces and it looked like the stars were all over the hall. Everything in the estate all the things and the decorations felt tiny compared to what was happening at that moment. The estate itself seemed to hold its breath. The crystal chandeliers in the estate were making the moonlight look like a lot of stars. Every single thing, in the estate including the floors and the decorations felt small when you thought about what was going on. The estate was waiting to see what would happen next.

Outside the night was really dark like the city was covered in a blanket. It was so quiet like nothing was moving. Inside the air felt heavy like even noises were too scared to make a sound because something big was happening. What was coming down the stairs was not just someone visiting the night was changing. This person was changing the room like everyone had to pay attention to them and it felt like the space, in the room was moving toward this person, the night.

Outside the night was really dark like someone had covered the city with a blanket. It was so quiet you could feel the air just waiting, in the fancy part of the city, where everything is really nice.

The footsteps kept going down the stairs slow and on purpose. Each step hit the marble floor with a total confidence and the sound went through the hallway like a heartbeat. It was not the sound of someone walking down the stairs. The footsteps were like a statement, a reminder of who was in charge of being the boss of something that did not need to be loud to be noticed. The footsteps were a reminder of power of the person walking down the stairs the footsteps, being, in control.

Even the old clock seemed to fall into rhythm with those steps, its ticking blending into the cadence, weaving a quiet, ominous harmony. With every echo, tension tightened in the chests of those watching, as though the entire estate had become a living thing—aware, alert, and waiting for the shadowed figure to finally emerge into the light.