Soft snow drifted lazily through the air as Adala's heart hammered in her chest. Every fairy story she'd ever heard as a child about demons offering bargains that were never what they seemed galloped through her mind as Ashlynn's words echoed in her ears.
"...I invited you out here to learn what your heart desires…"
"Your Grace?" Adala asked almost reflexively, falling back on years of etiquette lessons and everything she'd been taught about taking tea with higher-ranking nobles to buy herself time to think.
