The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 177 [Evelyn's POV] | shouldn't be doing this. Something is telling me that | shouldn't be going down here. I'd looked around the hallway in search of anyone else who could potentially explain where this particular door led to. But it was obviously just me. With careful steps, | descended down the long winding staircase, not having a single idea as to where it was taking me. There were so many signals firing off in my head, telling me to turn back. But my curiosity had gotten the better of me.

| was even trying to convince myself that | needed to stop moving while | still had the chance to tum back. But no. Every step came with a price. It became colder and damper, causing my skin to crawl with building uneasiness. The worry inside my stomach grew sharper. The further | went in, the darker it became. The walls were lined with old stones, making the place feel closed off and cold to the bone. | couldn't begin to imagine where this stairwell was leading me. Whatever it is, it's meant to be kept in the cold, grim darkness.

---- I reached the bottom landing and squinted my eyes in search of some kind of a light switch. This place had to have some kind of electricity running through it, right? Nope. There wasn't a single switch to be found-just a significant number of ancient-looking torches that hung off the walls. My new mission was to find something | could light one of the torches with so | could, at least get a better look at my surroundings. On a small wooden table nearby, | spotted a box of matches. | carefully struck the tip of the match and lifted it to the edge of the torch.

The very moment it lit, the whole first part of the room came into clear view. | was not prepared for what | saw... There were several narrow tables lining the first part of the area. Against my better judgment, my feet dragged me over to one of them for a better look. Glancing down, | saw several dozens of various blades and tools. | made the mistake of glancing up to see larger weapons mounted on the wall. Swords. Axes. Knives. Tools that came in various unpleasant shapes and forms, none of which | knew what they were for.

---- | lifted a trembling hand up to my mouth to cover the terrified cry that nearly tore from my throat. What the fuck kind of a place was? The more | let my eyes roam, the more my regret grew. Not only were there weapons, | glanced up even further to find chains and cuffs hanging from the rafters on the ceiling "Oh my God," | whispered. | was standing in a goddamn torture chamber. | couldn't wrap my mind around the whole situation. It all felt far too surreal to me. Kingston Hall was always, in my mind, such a beautiful and refined place. Why on earth would such an awful room be necessary?

Then again, for a brief second, I'd forgotten who | was married to. Alexander Kingston-the self-proclaimed War God of the region. It was a title that didn't come easy or without bloodshed. But exactly how much bloodshed were we talking about here? How many people had seen the inside of these terrible walls? Or worse, how many never made it out of here? For what it was worth, the place didn't appear to be well-kept. Most of the unsightly equipment was covered in dust and the ---- cobwebs were so thick, | couldn't see through them.

It was clear that the section | was standing in hadn't been used for quite some time. Part of me really wanted to believe that Alexander never used this place. For someone as tactical and level-headed, maybe he didn't see the need to resort to such medieval practices.