Raven’s POV

I pulled on my boots and fastened the last strap of my belt. My hair was damp from the bath and my shoulders still warm from the heat of it, but I didn’t waste time with powder or paint. My blade was strapped to my hip, and my tunic felt just right.

Today wasn’t for sitting pretty.

I opened the door and stepped into the corridor to find a maid standing there. Her eyes were wide as though she hadn’t expected me to look like someone ready for battle. I watched her drag her eyes up and down my body, and I bristled in annoyance.

"Hello?" I waved...