The bed was long and humungous.
I could lay down spread eagle and not one part of me touched either end. After the Witch Queen ordered me to rest I’d been led by a girl with long black hair and a black bandage over her eyes into a grand bathroom where she’d (against my will) scrubbed me clean and doused me in essential oils.
My skin had never felt quite so smooth and my body so invaded. While I was in the bath apparently another of the Witch Queen’s servants had taken my leather dress and boots and promptly thrown them in a fire somewhere. Now I was dressed in a soft silky dress that hugged all my curves as it fell to lightly scrape against the floor. The deep v in the back was making me ache for my cloak but even that had been taken away.
I had been left alone to nap but I
