Chapter 77: Teeth, Part 7
Kristof ignored him in favor of strolling around the room, taking in every detail, occasionally catching a shimmer of the magic laid into the very stones of the castle. He climbed the steps to examine the bed, and noticed a door tucked just behind the drapes on the left side. Opening it revealed a washing chamber, and he was impressed all over again at the thoroughness with which the royal castle had been built. For all it was a fortress it had all the luxuries of the lavish manor homes his mother detested.
He could practically hear his mother's stern admonishments about letting frivolous things turn him soft, forgetting necessities in favor of frivolities. His mother was a firm believer that less was more, and that luxury too often equated weakness. If not for her husbands and some of their other residents, he was fairly certain they would all be living in an especially austere nunnery.