Ivara's POV
The faint scent of sandalwood and smoke lingered in the air when I woke up. My body felt heavy—so did my eyelids.
Slowly, my eyes fluttered open and for a moment, I just lay there blinking at the ceiling.
“This… this is not my room,” I whispered.
The space was vast, majestic, and ethereal. High vaulted ceilings arched overhead with crystal chandeliers that glowed with faint lights, just enough to illuminate the room.
The walls were a pale marble veined with silver while the floor-to-ceiling windows were draped in heavy silk. Everything looked luxurious and otherworldly—like a chamber carved straight from the heavens.
“…What the hell…?”
I sat up, my heart thudding. It was almost like an apartment. A sitting area with plush couches, a massive desk, bookshelves, and doors l
