Graceful Servant

The thunder boomed all throughout the palace as he walked through the halls with his candelabra in hand, searching for his love.

Michael: Grace, where are you?

He approached a blood red door that was bolted shut and highlighted by the lightning's remorse. The wind howled as his footsteps echoed his every move.

Michael: Grace, my love. Please come out.

He said as he approached the door. The first step that he took changed everything forever..