Erin stared at the ceiling while lying on her new comfy-ass bed. The sheets felt amazing and the mattress was probably four times the price of what she owned. She was still dressed in her own shirt, pants and clothes. She had taken off the cloaks given to her by the kind woman—from that small town with the horses—since the temperature inside the entire castle was actually nice and warm. Amidst all the luxurious items in the bedroom, Erin looked and felt more like an outsider in her typical daily clothes.
There was another knock on her door, and, learning from the tip that Palla gave her, she waited for the person to announce themselves.
“Erin, it’s Alaric.”
Erin closed her eyes and let out a breath as she felt a wave of relief go through her. “Come in,” she said, sitting up. Alaric op
