ASTRID
Just like that, I’m inside of MoonCrest Castle for the very first time.
A place I never imagined I would step foot if I’m honest. Gyles leads me into some sort of dressing chamber, where maids hurriedly rid me of my stinking tunic, leggings, and boots and wrap me in a cream-colored robe.
It’s a relief, not being crusted in sweat and dirt and blood. But it’s also unnerving, seeing the last traces of my former life vanish in a snap.
The room I’m in is small but lush, a velvet fainting couch in one corner, an ornate privacy screen in the other, woven from what looks like silk.
The stone floor is covered in a thick bearskin rug. I wonder if the Ashton pack itself took the animal down.
As I’m surveying my surroundings, the door opens.
I whip around, assuming a fighting stance. I d
