The room that Damian had chosen for Sofia didn't look like a chamber within a castle.
It looked like the chamber of a queen.
The space was enormous, almost as large as an entire hall. The light stone walls were covered with tapestries embroidered in gold and silver threads depicting ancient legends of the Iron Blood Pack. Under the crystal lamp light, the threads gleamed as if capturing small fragments of the moon.
In the absolute center of the room rose the bed.
It wasn't an ordinary bed.
It was a majestic structure of dark wood carved with pack symbols, supported by four thick columns covered with delicate gold filigree. From them descended canopies of light fabric, embroidered with tiny golden leaves that fell like rain upon the cloth.
The canopy curtains were open.
They revealed Sofia.
Small.
Motionless.
Too fragile within that place that seemed made for someone powerful.
The sheets were white, soft as freshly fallen snow, but her skin looked even paler against them.
