Chapter 187 - Bound by Magic

In his apartments, Arman lay with his eyes darting around in the faint light of the candle. It appeared as if there were shadows lurking around every corner, holding secrets that were just waiting to be revealed. He had been so exhausted that he hadn't slept well for days. His eyes were sunken and bloodshot from sleepless nights of anxiety, and his once-tidy hair was twisted and wild. He sprang upright, his heart pounding at every creak and distant whisper of the servants in the halls. The walls that had once seemed to be a haven now seemed to enclose him, smothering the tranquility he had experienced. It was clear to Arman that his father had become anxious. He had an innate intuition that something sinister was hovering over his house, but no amount of assurance could ease the anxiety that had been eating away at him. His thoughts were a maelstrom of anxiety and paranoia, and he was no longer himself. Even though the night's impending silence was bearing down on him, he trie