Morning light seeped into the room, thin and pale, brushing against the velvet curtains that hung over the window. Selene sat at the edge of her bed, brushing her hair in silence, when a knock came at the door. “Come in,” she called softly.

A maid entered, her arms full of boxes wrapped in silver cloth and marked with no crest. “These just arrived for you, my lady.”

Selene turned, brow furrowing. “From whom?”

The maid hesitated. “No sender’s name, my lady. But it came with a ...