Nikolai led me across the dining hall to the room with our symbol on it. He urged me inside, then closed the door behind us.

I took in the room, trying to ignore the giant, intimidating bed that dominated it.

It had four posts, all with vines and flower buds carved down the sides, drapes hung over it, and the covers were of something I had never seen before. It looked fancy, not like the woven stuff in the village.

The room had the same red tint to it that the oath room had from the moon shining down on it. The ceilings were more glass, letting the rays in....