““She took her father’s old rooms, throwing out everything that had belonged to the dead Danesti. Some of it might have been left over from her father. She did not care either way. Daciana took over after Lada had cleared the rooms, securing enough furnishings for them to feel livable. “Are you sure you do not want curtains?” she asked, hands on her hips, her belly jutting out. Lada stared thoughtfully at the empty space above the narrow window. “My brother and I once used a curtain rod to push an assassin off a balcony. Maybe we should add them.” “Well, I thought they might be pretty. But, certainly, they can double as weapons. You are very practical.” Lada shook her head. “I hate this castle and every room in it. I do not care what it looks like.””
