"Queen Lydandra's Chambers," she said without thinking.
The king stopped abruptly, then turned, and blinked at her. "How did you—? Your dreams?" he more or less stated than asked.
Jace's brow creased as he looked at her. Grace only shrugged lightly, unsure how to explain it.
They continued, and sure enough, they entered a vaulted chamber adorned in sapphire tones.
Massive curtains hung from the high windows, and in the center stood a statue of Queen Lysandra—tall, regal, her hands gracefully outstretched. Her eyes, carved in glimmering lapis, looked alive under the flickering lights.
What arrested Grace's gaze, however, was not the statue but the royal crest on her body, but unlike the one she'd seen in the dream, the mark was on her collarbone, visible at first glance. It was the same shape and size as the one on Grace's body.
To the right of the stature, placed on a velvet-covered pedestal, sat a delicate chair, its arms shaped like gilded vines.
