Mia still held onto Elowyn as they followed her out of the hall.

The corridor was quiet, lined with warm lamps and soft tapestries. They turned a corner-and the maidens opened a door into a fine, elegant room prepared for an honored guest.

Silk sheets.

A gold bowl of warm water.

Fresh flowers.

Soft, plush carpets.

Everything gentle and peaceful and luxurious.

Mia stepped inside and let out a small breath, trembling at the comfort that felt unreal after years of cold ...