Ferawyn lay in bed, curled up on her side with her hands between her knees. She couldn't sleep. The room had grown chill as the fire burnt down to embers in the hearth, and the thick wool blankets were itchy against her skin. With a quiet sigh, the young woman rolled over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. The night had been a tiring one, with far too many revelations happening all at once.
