Dionne
"Follow me," he commanded, already moving toward the door.
I stumbled after him on shaking legs, my vision still blurred with tears. But instead of leading me out into the corridors, he walked toward a section of his sitting room I hadn't noticed before. A narrow door, almost hidden in the paneling.
He pushed it open to reveal a cramped corridor, barely wide enough for one person. At the end was another plain wooden door.
The room beyond was tiny. Barely larger than a closet, with rough stone walls and no windows.
A narrow bed sat against one wall, covered with a thin blanket. A washbasin perched on a small table in the corner. That was it. No chair. No closet. Nothing else.
"This is where you'll sleep," Kael said, gesturing into the space. "The servants' quarters attached to my chambers. Close enough that I can summon you at any hour."
I stared at the room, trying to process what I was seeing. This was meant for me? This cold, dark cell?
