Amara POV
There were lots of stairs, annoyingly enough. But once we got there, the chain was removed from the collar and I was let in.
The doors close behind me, leaving me alone to.. I’m not even sure at this point. Sit and think? I need to get out of here. I don’t know what he’s planning.. but I don’t belong here.
My head pounds as I take a deep breath trying to relax.
The east chambers are.. quite unlike anything I’ve seen before, honestly.
Not cold. Not like a dungeon, or a cell. Not even remotely cruel.
The ceilings arch high overhead, carved with intricate patterns that shimmer faintly in the firelight. Deep crimson drapes frame tall windows. A massive bed sits against the far wall, layered in silks and furs so soft they look poured rather than placed. Gold accents glint subtl
