I took the glass but didn't sip. "What's this about? I hope I didn't offend you in some way, Lady Greaves."
Her face shifted in a way that reminded me of the Demon Queen. "Oh, nothing of the sort! It's just…"
She set her glass down, and that's when it happened. The room shifted. Not like an earthquake, but subtle, like reality rippling. The walls seemed to expand, the bed vanishing into shadow. Suddenly, the space was a grand chamber, round table at the center, torches flaring to life. And people–tons of them. Maids from earlier, but now dressed head to toe in gleaming plate armor, swords at their hips, helms tucked under arms. Butlers standing beside them, each dressed as Royal Knights. They formed a circle around the table, eyes locked on me. I stood at the center, wine glass still in hand, feeling like I'd stumbled into a war council.
