*Lena*
I was ushered by two vampire guards shortly after I'd attempted to heal King Nikolas's feeder. I was thankful for it. I didn't want to spend another second in the room with him, and the place was so thick with the stench of blood.
I memorized the corridors we walked down, taking stock of every turn and every detail down to chips in the uneven chunks of obsidian and black granite of which the castle was made. I also prepared myself for another long stay in my ice palace, but when I was shoved through the door to my room, I was shocked by the transformation.
It was hot inside the room now, the frost that once lined the floor no longer shining like an icy, greasy sheen along the tiles. The circular room was lit only by the hearth, which was blazing, and more wood to feed it was st
