The steam from the tea offered a gentle warmth in the cold room. I leaned back on the plush chair I was seated on and stared at Ava across from me as she sipped from her own cup.
We were in one of the many drawing rooms scattered around the castle, this one was more on the far side, towards the turrets facing the north. Not many guards were stationed around this side as no windows or doors were present, therefore no one could enter or exit this north side unless they were coming in from the main gates.
This need for seclusion was primarily for Ava, though she was the person I talked to the most in the castle, right after the King, she expressed that it was uncomfortable for her to talk freely when many Werewolves could hear our conversation. Frankly, I felt uncomfortable with that fact
