Kingdom of Ash

private garden. Reserved only for the royal
family. Sometimes just for the king or queen
themselves. “To not have to run down the
tower stairs every time she needs to pee.”
“I’m sure your ancestors had canine
bathroom habits in mind when they built it.”
“I would have,” Aelin grumbled.
“Oh, I believe it,” Rowan said, smirking.
“But can you explain to me why we’re not in
there right now, sleeping?”
“In the garden?”
He flicked her nose. “In the suite beyond
the garden. Our bedroom.”
She’d led him quickly through the space.
Still preserved well enough, despite the
disrepair of the rest of the castle. One of the
Adarlanian cronies had undoubtedly used it. “I
want it cleaned of any trace of Adarlan before
I stay in there,” she admitted.
“Ah.”