I was shown to a room and locked within. There was a grandly curtained bed pushed against one wall, and a fire in the hearth against the other. A hip bath awaited my use, with a stiffly embroidered dress and corset set waiting against a chair. The windows were barred.
I retrieved Florian from my bag. “You have to go,” I whispered to him. “It will not be safe for you here. Fly to the Fae lands.”
He chirped back at me, whirling over my head. I did not know how I knew what he asked, but I was sure that he wanted to fetch Rivyn to me.
“It’s not safe for Rivyn to come here,” I told him. “And he cannot afford to come here for me and lose the time rescuing me will take. He needs to get the books he needs and free his power. Do not argue now, please, Florien. Seek safety and do not worr
