Cleaning my face, I heard Ivy gasp as she walked into the bathroom behind me.
“This place keeps making me feel like I live a poor life in comparison,” she muttered, her jaw practically on the floor. “I mean, don’t get me wrong — the main hall of the castle is majestic, and everything in this kingdom is breathtaking… but being allowed in a private room like this? It knocks my wallet right out of my purse.”
Her voice echoed softly through the marble-tiled room, bouncing between the polished gold veins in the walls and the enormous chandelier overhead. Even her wolf seemed stunned; I could feel its restless awe prickling through the air.
I continued washing my hands, letting the warm water run over my fingers while taking in the space myself. Everything gleamed — crystal, marble, polished
