Serena's pov
I woke to the smell of bread and honey, and for a moment I forgot where I was.
The mattress was soft beneath me, and the blankets were warm, and the fire had been relit sometime while I was sleeping, casting orange light across the ceiling in dancing shadows. I could have been anywhere. I could have been back in my mother's cottage, waking to the smell of her cooking, believing that the world was still a place where good things could happen.
Then I saw the stone walls, and the frost on the window, and the tray of food sitting on the table where no tray had been the night before.
I sat up slowly, my back aching from where I had pressed against the headboard, and my legs stiff from being pulled up against my chest for so many hours. The cloak had fallen off my shoulders some
