Ivara’s POV
I had only been to the maids’ quarters once. That morning, when Xlynor saved me from those men and brought me to the maid’s dorm. Back then, it was empty as all the maids had already left.
Tonight was different.
Evening bells had already rung from the fortress towers, their metallic chime echoing across Dark Hound’s stone courtyards.
The hallway looked like it had been built with medieval inspiration. Lanterns burned along the arched hallways, casting golden light against the walls—but outside the gates, cars purred along paved roads.
Eryndor was right. Dark Hound was a contradiction — a mix of modernity and the medieval era.
I didn't want to stay at Granny Jojo's place anymore. If I was going to stay at Dark Hound, I might as well get accustomed to life alone… without pr
