Jordan POV
As I followed “Olivia” into the Winter Palace, I tried to look like a dutiful servant, but I was gawping like a tourist. While the main palace was opulent and elegant, the Winter Palace was f*****g enchanted.
This far south, it never snowed; the palace was a place to go to escape the cold. Everything was light and airy and inviting, but it felt nothing like a beach or being at the lakeside. Glass glittered everywhere in the sunlight, and from all the chandeliers I saw hanging from the ceilings, I suspected it wasn’t equally illuminated at night.
There were dozens of places perfect to curl up in with a book or a drink, white pine furniture settings in little groups like one looks for at parties, and fountains. Oh, Goddess, the fountains! There were always at least three nearby
