Music Recommendation: Making the bed by Olivia Rodrigo.
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Adele stood near the far end of the chamber, with her arms wrapped tightly around herself.
The room smelled like cedarwood and cold iron. The scent that had always traumatised her from childhood.
Her father's scent.
It clung to everything.
The maids moved quietly, and efficiently, lifting folded garments, sealing scrolls, and fastening clasps on polished chest boxes. No one spoke above a whisper. No one lingered where they shouldn't.
No one even looked at her.
Adele swallowed.
Her arms tightened around her chest, with her fingers digging into the soft fabric of her dress as if that alone could hold her together.
She had been summoned an hour ago.
An hour. And not once…. Not once had Alpha Blackfen looked at her.
She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, trying to ease the dull ache in her legs. She dare not sit when he haven't asked her to.
