The suite they led her to was obscene.That was the only word for it. Obscene in its size, its luxury, its suffocating perfection.The main chamber was larger than her entire room back in Silvara, with windows that overlooked the city and furnished with pieces that probably cost more than some people's houses. Deep carpet cushioned every step. Tapestries depicting Camelot's glorious history covered the walls. A massive bed dominated one side, draped in silk and piled with more pillows than any human could possibly need."These are your chambers, Your Highness," Elara said softly. She was the taller of the two maids, with auburn hair and kind eyes. "The sitting room is through there, and your dressing room and private bath are beyond that."Adrienne walked to the window, needing space, needing air. Below, the city sprawled out in all directions—organized, prosperous, overwhelmingly foreign."Prince Orion's chambers are just through that door." Maren pointed to a heavy wooden door on th
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