Book 3: A New Purpose

Geoffrey

I wake up in a room richer and more beautiful than I’ve ever seen in my life. There are gold accents everywhere, and I think it’s real gold. The bed is soft, like lying on a cloud.

Though I’m not sure I am well enough to sit up, I can see through a side door there is a real bathroom with spigots for running water.

In Lycan’s Howl, running water doesn’t exist, not even for the mayor.

I wonder if I’m in good enough condition to drag myself into the tub. If I am quiet, maybe the people here won’t know I’m desecrating the bathtub by bathing in it.

I’m just about to try when I hear a loud knock.

“H-Hello?” I breathe.

Double doors open, and a woman with a basin and towel walks in.

“Your Royal Highness,” she says. “I’ve come to see to your wounds.”

What? Who is ‘Your Royal Highness?’ She can’t possibly think it’s me.

But by the way that she is deferring to me, I know she does think I am some highborn pers