Ayda’s POV

The prison was a lot more wholesome and charming than I’d originally anticipated when the Luna of Opal Hill shackled us for suspicion of espionage from an enemy state a few hours ago.

For example, the beds were properly stuffed in goose down as opposed to the straw bedding that I’d grown used to in the servants’ quarters while I was in Castle Lykaia. The room itself was a very spacious twenty-five square feet of stone cottage ...