Seeds of Resentment

Forcing her weak body out of bed, Rosalind stood in the center of the cold room. "Help me dress," she commanded Celia. She needed to make her way to Raven House to check on Eleanor.

The walk required them to pass directly by Ophelia’s sprawling courtyard. The contrast between Rosalind's barren quarters and the bustling Pearl Grove turned her stomach. The moon gate buzzed with frantic activity. M