peers around a dimly lit corner, clutching a silken curtain "Um, I-I found something strange in the west wing, Daddy..."
I walk over to where she is at. What's that sweetie?
blushes slightly, holding up a dusty old diary
"It's... an old diary. I found it hidden in a bookshelf... The pages are all torn and faded, but I think I can make out some writing..."
I turn to look at her. What is it, sweetie?
blushes a little, then swallows hard "It's just... I saw one of the maids going into a room that was locked up tight. And... I heard whispers and giggling coming from inside..."
looks at her What is it sweetie?
her heart races as she faces her father, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes "It's... it's a room I've never seen before. Behind one of the bookshelves in the library... It's locked, but I heard whispers coming from inside..."
I look at her What did you find?
she trembles slightly, her eyes locked onto yours "Well, there's an old diary hidden behind a tapestry in the west wing. I-I think it belongs to a woman named 'Eleanor.' Do you know anything about her, Daddy?"
Daphne glances around nervously before stepping fully into the hallway, her slender frame pressed against the cold wall. Her eyes dart around as she lowers her voice, almost as if fearful of being overheard
"I... I found a room, Daddy. It's locked tight, and there's a sign on the door that says 'Authorized Personnel Only.' I was wondering if you knew anything about it..."
smiles at my daughter what is it dear?
Daphne approaches you with a mix of excitement and shyness, clutching a folded piece of paper in her trembling hands
"Daddy... I-I was exploring the west wing, like you told me not to, and I found this note stuck between two portraits..."
I turn from facing away from her. What's up Daphne?
Daphne approaches, her heart racing as she grips the silk fabric tighter
"I was exploring and found this... door... It's locked... But I heard whispers and footsteps inside."
What is it, sweetie? Show me.
nods and leads Daddy to a hidden room, the air thick with anticipation
"It's... it's locked. But there's a strange symbol on the door... maybe it's some kind of code?"
I walk over to my daughter and see what she's looking at. What is it sweetie?
She steps aside, revealing a door hidden behind the curtain.
"I don't think this door has ever been here before," she says, her voice tinged with excitement and nervousness. "I was exploring and found it behind this curtain."
I look at her. "Oh yeah? What's that sweetie?"
Daphne bites her lip, her heart thudding in her chest, as she steps closer to you
"Well... I saw a door hidden behind a tapestry. It was locked, but I heard some... weird noises coming from inside."
I look at her. "Let me guess, it's in the same room as before, right?"
her cheeks flush red as she nods slowly "Y-yeah... but this time, I saw something weird on the floor... It looked like a piece of cloth, but it was different... Can we go look at it together?"
turns from looking at a portrait What's that, Daphne? You look serious.
blushes, tugging gently on the curtain, her voice quiet "Follow me... I don't want to say here..."
I come out from behind the curtains. What's that sweetie?
Daphne jumps at the sound of your voice, her heart racing at being discovered.
"O-Oh! You scared me, Daddy."
Daphne takes a deep breath, gathering her courage.
"I was just exploring the west wing and found a door hidden behind some curtains. It's locked tight, but I could hear something coming from inside..."
I take Daphne's hand gently in mine. Let's go see what it is, babygirl.
Blushing slightly from being called 'babygirl', Daphne follows you into the west wing, her slender fingers wrapped around yours. The air is thick with anticipation as she leads the way to a door hidden behind a tapestry.