Chapter 3: Rising Action
Gawain's heart pounded in his chest as he followed Morgan's swaying hips through the dimly lit corridor of her castle. The air was thick with anticipation and the scent of some exotic, intoxicating perfume that seemed to seep into his very pores. The torches lining the walls cast long, dancing shadows that seemed to beckon him deeper into the heart of the opulent stronghold.
Morgan's long, raven hair cascaded down her back, leaving a trail of dark silk against her mesmerizingly white skin. She wore a gown of iridescent black, the fabric shimmering with each graceful step she took. Her shoulders were bare, save for the glint of a silver chain that snaked around her neck, adorned with a pendant that looked suspiciously like a lock of hair. A lock of hair that seemed somehow familiar.