“We do not spend much time in our quarters, save for sleeping during the day. Even then, there is a salon at the end of the hall if you keep walking where many of us like to socialize while the sun is up. At night, we are upstairs or outside.” She pointed to the bed. “Your chamber pot is beneath your bed. The privies are at the end of the hall next to the salon. At sunrise and sundown, a fresh washbowl is brought to your chamber so you can freshen up. For bathing we mostly use the lakes outside as there is only one wooden tub and it is in Sweyn’s chamber. She will invite you in for a bath occasionally but do not count on it.”

My stomach sank. Chamber pots, privies, baths in lakes. Good God. How did people live like this? Some part of my brain registered the fact that I used to live like this in my first life, but I was okay if those memories never returned. Actually, I’d died five centuries ago. I wondered what the bathroom situation was like back then. It had to be much worse. Surely made me grateful for the modern world and indoor plumbing.

I watched as Katelin hung my garments. “Since you are new here, and new to your fangs, may I give you some advice?”

I nodded quickly. “Por favor.”

“The big men in the fur cloaks are the sentinels, Sweyn’s soldiers. They are brutes, stay away from them. Do not be intimate with one of them, or you’ll have all of them banging on your door. They are feral animals. Only the men in Sweyn’s court will make advances on you, most of them are harmless and you can simply tell them no.” Her face paled. She pressed her hands to her stomach. “Except for Aelric. He has long blond hair and eyes like mine as he was born a vampire.”

“Aelric.” I knew exactly who she was talking about.

“Aelric is a vile, cruel, loathsome, disgusting monster. Do not allow yourself to be alone in a room with him or he will take what you likely do not want to give him.” She intentionally eyed my body.

I shuddered. She didn’t need to tell me that. Aelric tried to rape me not that long ago in my time, had Everest not returned when he did—I shivered again.

Katelin nodded. She reached down and pulled up the hem of her dress all the way up to her knee . . . revealing a small dagger strapped to her calf. She held my stare and arched one blonde eyebrow then dropped her dress. “Most females carry one of these small daggers at all times for the sentinels and Aelric.”

“¿Matar?” I grimaced and made a stabbing motion with my hand so she would know I meant kill.