Falling for the Forbidden

The world’s heart pounded with each step he took, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. In the dim light of the moon, he approached the forbidden castle, his heart racing like a runaway train.”My Lord,” whispered a voice from the shadows. “It is dangerous.”He turned to face the speaker, his eyes meeting hers in a silent clash of wills. “I know, Anya,” he replied, his voice unwavering. “But I must.”Anya’s eyes held a mixture of fear and resignation. “Very well,” she sighed. “I will open the gates.”With a heavy creak, the gates swung inward, revealing a courtyard bathed in eerie moonlight. The castle towered above them, its walls dark and foreboding.”Wait here,” Anya warned. “I will scout ahead.”As Anya disappeared into the shadows, he waited in suspense. Minutes later, she returned with a grim expression. “The coast is clear, my Lord,” she said.With newfound determination, he strode into the castle’s depths, his heart pounding with anticipation and trepidation. He followed Anya up a winding staircase, his senses heightened. Suddenly, they heard a noise.”Someone’s coming!” Anya hissed.He drew his sword and peered around the corner. There, standing in the shadows, was a guard.