The difference was obvious from the entry. The room I entered was not luxurious, but it was clean and organized.
Unlike my old abandoned shack, this room had a bed, a small wardrobe, and a private wash area. I had nothing and no belongings before. Here, there was soft lighting and a study table.
My breath caught. “This is yours now,” Madam Istrell said.
I stared, speechless.
“You will be given appropriate uniforms,” she continued. “And your schedule will change.”
Of course, it would.
“You report directly to the Prince’s wing, and you do not deviate or answer to anyone else.” She added.
I nodded again, still trying to process everything. She turned to leave, then paused, looking at me and said: “Do not mistake your new proximity for a privilege.”
My chest tightened at her words.
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