The Royal Bedroom had been transformed.
The pastel silks and gold leaf from the previous queens were gone. Revas had taken the room apart and rebuilt it to look like the night.
Midnight blue tapestries hung on the walls, woven with silver thread that moved slowly, like stars drifting across the sky. The bed was covered in black velvet and so big it could fit a family of giants. Instead of fabric, the canopy was a swirling mist that smelled like rain.
Mirabelle stood in the center of the room, staring at the bed.
"It's... dramatic," she said.
Revas was lounging on a velvet ottoman at the foot of the bed, polishing his boots. He looked right at home in the darkness.
"It's comfortable," he corrected. "I tested the mattress. It has excellent bounce. Perfect for... jumping."
Mirabelle sighed, undoing the heavy clasps of her cloak. "You are not jumping on the Royal Bed, Revas."
"I might," he grinned. "When you aren't looking."
