"Child, stay here." The girl did not obey and followed Rain into the bed chamber.
The room was even more garishly decorated than the bath. Rugs overlapped, each one dyed in a horrific shade of violet or yellow. So many pillows lay on the bed; there was no room for a person. Rain counted at least ten mirrors.
"Child. This is the King's room?"
The girl nodded.
"I can say this for sure, child. Your King likes ugly."
"It was not Mormor. It was the new one, Runechild, that put this stuff here."
"You are a smart and fearless child." Rain bent down. Landing on both knees, she was face to face with the girl. "I can't keep calling you "child." What's your name?"
"Ilivarra."
"Is that your gift name?"
"I don't know any other. I was taken from my parents when I was a baby."
Rain smiled. "Onl
