Chloe’s pov
The scent of lavender and stale parchment, usually so comforting in my room, felt suffocating tonight. A prickle crawled down my spine the moment I stepped inside, an unsettling feeling that something was… off. My hand instinctively went to the small dagger strapped to my thigh, the familiar weight a small comfort.
I scanned the room. My desk was cluttered as always with maps and reports, the half-finished plans for my upcoming plan lying scattered like fallen leaves. My bed was neatly made, the woolen blankets pulled tight. Nothing seemed amiss.
Then, a flicker of movement in the corner of my eye. A shadow detached itself from the dimness behind my tapestry, and I reacted without thinking.
I lunged, my hand shooting out to grip the intruder’s arm. In the same motion, I dr
