Keisha opens the door and I blink into the light that floods the room. The ceilings are the height of the first and second floor of my family’s brownstone, and rows of windows line the back wall. Keisha waits as I do a quick round of exploration of the main room and attached bedroom—a closet larger than the attic I made my room back home, a bathroom bigger than my shop, and a bed that could easily sleep five.
“Why is everything giant?” I ask, reemerging into the empty main room from the bedroom.
“Giant?” She arches her eyebrows.
“The doors are large, the ceilings are towering, what furniture there is takes up more space than a small carriage.”
“Everything is appropriately sized for a castle. You’ll grow accustomed to it. And if there’s furniture you don’t like, then you can procure a n
