Groggily he closed his eyes and allowed the muscle memory in his legs to carry him down the dimly lit halls. Nightfall had come and only had a few measly hours left before it gave up its position to the rising sun. All was silent, his boots clacking against the masonry of the castle resonating loudly against the matching sandstone walls. He wasn’t entirely positive what made him jolt from his position in his quarters; the serene bubble he was floating in had suddenly popped without warning and he felt the unquenchable urge to roam the halls. He was searching for something, an unnamed item that he felt had been missing for quite some time but he couldn’t put his finger on it.
Fire flicked against the walls, small bursts of orange pulsating over his elongated shadow. Nobody else seemed to be awake at this hour except for Erwin but he wasn’t in the mood to sit idly and watch him pour over the paperwork L