I stopped just inside the doorway.
And stared.
“Oh.”
It was all I had.
Because apparently the North had looked at the concept of subtlety and collectively decided against it.
The entrance hall was enormous.
I’m talking cathedral enormous.
My entire apartment building back in Brooklyn could have fit in here with room left over for two parking lots and a small forest.
Dark stone rose upward in sweeping arches until the ceiling disappeared into shadow. Massive iron chandeliers hung overhead, each one holding dozens of candles.
The walls were draped in tapestries depicting forests, battles, wolves, mountains, and what looked suspiciously like a man fighting a bear.
I blinked.
Maybe it wasn’t a bear.
Honestly, it might have been.
This place seemed very committed to a particular ae
