Chapter 7: The Haircut, The Northern Prince, and The Empty Lower Chambers

Chapter 7: Chapter 7: The Haircut, The Northern Prince, and The Empty Lower Chambers

Waking up was a slow and agonizing.

First came the smell of rich sandalwood mixed with the crisp bite of winter pine, lingering faintly in the air like incense after a long ceremony. Then came the warmth. I was buried beneath layers of the softest, thickest silk blankets I had ever felt in my life, their weight gentle but inescapable.

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