Pitch blackness surrounded Misa. She was immaterial, floating in an intangible world. Had she fallen asleep? Misa didn’t recall herself drifting off to sleep.
She paused to think over what had happened. She’d been sitting on a couch in a lounge that served as a waiting room for those who had business with the royal council. She and Royle had gone there after breakfast because Royle and Hethel had planned to discuss her joining the purgehouse as a reward for her contribution to the success of the treaty.
The last thing Misa could remember was the silence after Royle and Hethel were called to the throne room. Then, she was pulled into her mind. Perhaps, she’d dozed off.
“Misa.” Her name echoed. Strange because it wasn’t exactly a voice that had uttered her name. It was mor
