CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
Gwendolyn woke in luxurious bedding, awakened by the distant, gentle song of the birds, a light breeze stirring through the drapes and into her chamber—and for a moment she forgot where she was. She opened her eyes and stretched in bed, feeling more comfortable than she ever had, feeling as if she had slept for a million years, and she remembered: the Ridge. She was in the King’s castle.
Gwen sat up, collecting herself. It was the first time she had slept anywhere comfortably since abandoning the Ring, and as she turned and looked out at the gentle rays of sunset washing over the kingdom of the Ridge, she realized she’d slept most of the day. After the encounter with the King and being led to her luxurious quarters, she’d expected only to lie down and rest her head for
