(Kaelen)
The suite is nothing like I expected.
I don't know what I expected exactly — something imposing, maybe. Heavy furniture and dark walls and the particular aesthetic of a man who wants you to understand his power before you've taken your coat off. Instead it's just — quiet. Large windows, low lamplight, a sitting area with two chairs angled toward a fireplace that's burning low. Books on the nightstand. A glass of water someone thought to leave on the dresser.
It looks lived-in. That's the thing that throws me.
I hear the door close behind us and I move to the window before I've thought about it, putting space between us under the cover of looking out at the dark grounds below. My reflection stares back at me from the glass — white dress, loose hair, the cord from the ceremony s
