Chapter 8 The Gilded Cage

Chapter Eight: The Gilded Cage

Oh, the sleep was good, but the first thing Neria felt was the silk..?

It was too soft, too cold against her skin, like some jarring contrast to the prickly hay and dried mud of the stables. 

“What…?” She groaned, her eyelids felt like they were glued shut with iron we...

Login and Continue Reading