Chapter 36: Between a Fury and a Flush

The House of Vagamor; South of the Realm

Olive's POV

I couldn't stop blaming myself for what happened to Orvyn. It's a miracle he's alive. Usually, during a battle of immortals, decapitation was the best method to certify death. It's a good thing Conrad got to him earlier before Alpha Cassian could finish him off.

I paced about the well-furnished room that used to be my prison, which had now been transformed into my quarters. Under Orvyn's command, the drapes had been changed to a golden kashmir material. A bigger and more comfortable bed replaced the old cranky bed that had seen better days. A quilt overlaid the new bed with sunflower patterns woven into it. The paints were changed into a golden brown, which blended with the dark brown rug on the floor.

An arm-length white oaken table replaced the old swinging stool. Four chairs were tucked under the table at every wing. I'd wanted just two chairs, since I was the only one in the room- for now. But Orvyn had insisted on decorating t