Chapter 403 - The Winter Knight's Adjudant's Order

Sharon opened her eyes to the soft light of dawn, slipping into her modest yet comfortable room. The ceiling above her held the soft carvings of old vines and leaves, an intricate design passed down by the Blackthorn family. She blinked away the remnants of sleep, her gaze moving to the rest of her room. The space was a blend of her military discipline and her noble heritage: a suit of armor displayed in the corner, ready to be worn; shelves neatly lined with books on history and strategy, as well as a few romantic tales she had a soft spot for but kept hidden behind the others. A longsword hung proudly on the wall, its handle glinting in the morning light. Everything was in its place—organized, purposeful, the way she liked it.