The royal bedchamber was massive, opulent, and entirely terrifying.
Heavy tapestries of crimson and gold covered the stone walls, depicting ancient Frankish victories. A massive, four-poster bed dominating the center of the room was piled high with imported silks and thick furs. A roaring fire popped and hissed in the hearth, casting long, dancing shadows across the floor.
The heavy oak door clicked shut, the iron latch falling into place.
They were alone.
Atreus backed away