LUCY
"How do you feel now?"
Tavric's voice is a low, grounded rumble that cuts through the thick, ringing silence of the room. I don't answer immediately. Instead, I let my body sink slowly onto the edge of the large canopy bed, the dark velvet comforter yielding beneath my weight with a soft, expensive sigh.
Amara settles right beside me, her presence a comforting warmth against the sheer scale of our new surroundings.
We had been led here by one of my father's most trusted personal guardsmen, guided through a labyrinth of gilded corridors far removed from the public eye while more permanent arrangements for my quarters were being finalized.
The palace had thrown open the doors to one of its grandest guest suites—a sanctuary normally reserved exclusively for visiting sovereigns or high-tier elites of the Dominion.
