*Amaya*

The smell hit me before anything else did. I’d recognize it anywhere, the faint scent of primrose and lilac. And then it was the familiar sensation of nostalgic comfort. I didn’t dare open my eyes yet but I automatically ran my fingers along the silk bedspread underneath me. There was no room for doubt.

I slowly opened my eyes and, just as I pieced together, I was back in my old room at my father’s castle.

He ...