Chapter 13 Twelve

• The next morning, Avelyn found herself deep in the laundry yard, surrounded by the soft glow of morning light. Despite the grandeur of the palace, this secluded corner made it feel much smaller, almost insignificant.
• Beside her, Elanthia worked in quiet concentration, her delicate hands scrubbing at the fabric with practiced effort. For the first time, Avelyn felt a small sense of comfort—at least she wasn't alone in this task.
• "I never imagined myself in such a position," Elanthia mused, her voice light despite the labor. "A Montclair washing linens... it seems the world has turned upside down."