The Rise of AzkovalChapter 8 Recognition Dawns
Elena Westmont sat down at her dressing table and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She barely recognized the woman looking back at her, so stark was the change in her appearance over the previous year. A year earlier, she had worn homespun dresses that itched and abraded her skin. Now she wore a gray dress of fine silk and a pair of the most comfortable shoes she had ever felt. Her blonde hair hung past her shoulders and shone in the sunlight through the castle window where it had...