Amelia Thornheart - Chapter Thirty-Seven: A Whispered Confession

... e to the enormous gold-trimmed table in the grand dining hall at their home estate. Instead, this table only politely whispered of House Halen’s wealth. The rest of the room continued in a similar vein, boasting great tapestries and heavily-framed paintings. While not produced by the most skilled artists in the Empire, these still exuded a quiet sense of affluence.

Looking across the table, Serena found the Empress of Cascadia looking back at her. At least, through painted eyes. “What ma ...