Andrewe’s chambers were unlike anything Emmett had ever seen. The bed was an ocean of rose and lace, topped with a massive canopy of cloth. A similarly designed and coloured swatch trimmed the bed and graced a window. The furniture—hutch, bed frame, chairs and dressing table—were dark wood polished to a glistening shine. The carpet at Emmett’s feet was thick and spotless, the colour of wine and lavishly decorated with florals and vines. A hearth, cut from the wall, stood easily four feet both wide and tall, with a fire already burning brightly. Above it rested a coat of arms that Emmett had to stare at for a minute before he distinguished it as the royal family’s; a realization that embarrassed him, for who else’s would it have been? A bright and jewelled sword hung alongside it, more deco
