Nora
As I entered the dining room, I spotted the dinner rolls, white wine, and oysters on the table, but my appetite wasn't having any of it. Those fancy foods were never my style—they were all Cynthia's favorites. Honestly, I doubted she even liked how they tasted. I figured she was more into the idea of indulging in things that common folks might never get to try.
Setting down my knife and fork, I decided to stroll over to the kitchen.
The kitchen at The Frostfall was nothing like The Crimson Court’s. It was spacious and welcoming, with flames happily flickering in the stone fireplace, large iron pots steaming away, and the rich aroma of stew filling the air. It was just what I needed to push back the cold creeping in from outside.
"Oh My God, what wind brings you here, Princess?" A
