Luxurious Treatment

Ollie's eyes were as wide as saucers while he followed after the beautiful Lady Ashlynn through the halls of the demon, no, Eldritch castle. 

Harrod had corrected him several times on the journey and he was trying to change his own thoughts on the matter but it wasn't as easy as scrubbing away food stuck to a pot. 

The thought instantly brought him back to Lady Ashlynn. Just a few days ago, they'd been up to their elbows in dirty pots or piles of freshly slaughtered venison in the Summer Villa. Now, she wasn't just the noblewoman who was supposed to be married to Owain Lothian, but she seemed to have a whole other identity as a powerful noble among the demons, er, eldritch! 

"Um, your ladyship," Ollie said hesitantly. "Where are we going?" They'd already ascended several stone stairways and the twisting path they were taking made him feel like they'd entered one of the hand-shaped fortress's massive towers but he had no idea which one or what it might signify.