Disturbing.
That was the word for it. Ever since they had returned to Armendari, things didn’t feel right. For one, the weather was different. When they had left a week ago, the warm season had just begun. Although it wasn’t odd for the temperatures to fluctuate between seasons, it didn’t feel like summer here anymore, nor were there any hints that summer was simply playing hide and seek. Not with this lack of warmth outside the castle. Inside the castle. Something was off, represented in each prickling goosebump that flushed over Jenaveve’s skin.
Another thing that didn’t make sense was the emptiness of the Great Hall. It was dinner time, and the only setting that was prepared was the king’s table at the very end of the chamber at the top of the dais. The other tables for the Armendari’
