CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVEKnitting
The labyrinth entrance nearest Limah’s workshop proved heavily guarded. Much had changed since my latest arrival. A girl in black armour stood behind the closed door, her sword at the ready. When she recognised me, her stance relaxed. “The Master instructed us to let you pass,” she said, standing to attention. She rapped on the back of the door with the hilt of her sword and it cracked ajar. A male teenage face poked through and his eyes widened. I had flattened him the day before during sparring practice and his left hand strayed to the bruise beneath his eye. “Let the Regina pass,” the girl instructed, her voice carrying authority.
The boy’s expression drew into a scowl. “The silent queen finally abandons us,” he muttered, pushing the heavy door inward and s
