Chapter 53
Ella
When I opened my eyes the next afternoon, only the overwhelming sea of rage I felt deep within stirred me to rise from the soft, ivory bed and its warm duvet. The queen’s suite here at the Court, as it was simply known, where we held Conclaves and other official businesses until the erected building at Locke Village, had been unoccupied for years now. I rarely used it so the decor, I suppose, was never really fitted to my taste. Smooth, stone walls curved in like a massive arch that was high enough for a wrought-iron chandelier of everlasting white candles to bring light to the space. There were no windows this deep into the earth, but with the dark wood paneling and glittering obsidian and amethyst tiles, it made it feel comfortable and homey enough to want to stay in an
