Chapter Eleven
The castle held several sitting rooms, the smallest of which was known as the blue parlor. Small was a relative term, however, as the blue parlor was bigger than the entire first floor of Tawnyetta's childhood home. Stuffed full of uncomfortable ornate seating, sluggish dark blue drapes, large oil paintings of nobility standing in awkward poses, and a life sized, white marble statue of an angry young woman posed in the corner, this room had a strange vibe.
Half dressed, the conspicuous statue was draped in folds of marble fabric that barely covered her breasts. She was a beautiful woman with curls piled on top of her head and a clutch of arrows strapped to her back as well as one in her hand. In her other hand she held a bow. She was positioned with her back to the room, s
