Beatrice POV
I woke up in the softest bed I'd ever felt. For one confused moment, I thought I was still dreaming. Then I opened my eyes and saw the ceiling painted with stars.
This was real. All of it was real.
I sat up slowly, taking in the room. It was bigger than the entire servants' quarters at Silvermist. The bed had actual curtains around it. There was a fireplace with carved wolves on the mantle. Bookshelves lined one wall. A sitting area with plush chairs took up the corner by the window.
Someone had left clothes folded on a chair. Real clothes, not hand-me-downs. A note sat on top in neat handwriting.
Good morning. Breakfast is in an hour. Take your time. - Corin
I picked up the dress. It was soft blue wool, simple but well-made. My size. My hands shook as I held it.
This h
