Sonya
The late afternoon sunlight spilled across the marble floors of Blackthorn’s west wing, catching on the polished walls and painting them in a warm, golden glow.
My heels clicked lightly as I walked, the sound steady, and confident.
The corridors here carried a different scent, earthy and bloody, with faint traces of pine and wild grass, so unlike the clean, crisp aroma that defined the rest of Erick’s territory.
I have been here for a while now. And those faces no longer turned toward me with suspicion, and voices no longer hushed abruptly when I passed. I’d even managed to make a few friends…. strategic acquaintances, among Erick’s people.
It hadn’t been difficult. Most of them were good-natured, they didn't treat me like I was still adjusting to life here, and they looked
