ERIS
I woke to pale winter light filtering through windows I didn't recognize, momentarily disoriented before memory caught up.
Soren's chambers. His bed. The scent of ice and pine surrounding me like I'd been wrapped in winter itself.
Maids entered quietly, bringing breakfast and fresh clothes... a deep burgundy gown today, practical but elegant, appropriate for meetings without screaming formality.
They helped me dress with efficient hands, their eyes carefully averted, speaking only when necessary.
"Where's Mira?" I asked as one maid finished braiding my hair.
Silence answered me. The kind that meant uncomfortable rather than ignorant.
"I said, where is Mira?" My voice sharpened. "My personal maid. The one who came with me from Solmire. She should be here attending me."
