Venna sat on the edge of the wide bed, her feet barely touching the cold stone floor. The chamber was too quiet, too large, and far too grand for someone like her. Her fingers twisted together in her lap as her heart beat fast in her chest. She had been placed here by the queen’s command, yet no one had told her why. The room smelled of herbs and clean linen. Soft curtains hung beside the tall windows, and the fire in the hearth burned low, giving off a warm glow. Everything about the chamber spoke of royalty. Venna felt like a small bird trapped inside a golden cage. She was restless. Her thoughts would not stay still. Why would the queen bring me here? she wondered. Venna knew her place in the palace. She was only a servant. She cooked, cleaned, and obeyed orders. She had never dreamed of sleeping in a royal chamber or being treated with such care. It made no sense, and that frightened her more than anger would have. She searched her mind for answers, moving from one though
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