Chapter 9: Making Alliance
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Chapter 9
~Rhiannon’s POV~
Rhiannon’s Room – East Wing, Velvet Suite
I didn’t stop them.
Not when Carla dragged out the boots I hadn’t tried on, not when the other maid and guard carried away the black-and-silver gown I’d chosen. I stood still, arms crossed, face calm.
Let them take what they wanted.
It meant nothing.
When they were gone, silence fell like ash. Only the faint sway of the curtains remained, fluttering at the edge of a breeze through the cracked window.
I turned to the stack of worn clothes they’d brought in—threadbare, mismatched, obviously gathered from the forgotten corners of the estate.
Most smelled faintly of dust and old perfume. I crouched and sifted through them carefully. My hands paused over a dark olive tunic, fitted at the waist and still intact. One of the sleeves had a loose thread. I pulled it free and held the fabric up to the light.
My wolf stirred.