Hana's POV
It had been a couple of days since I'd been taken to my room—this odd, lovely room that didn't seem to belong to someone like me. The instant I entered it, I could barely believe my eyes. The cream-colored walls were trimmed in gold, the windows edged by flowing curtains that danced in the sun. A velvet bed with embroidered sheets stood in the center, as if expecting a princess to snuggle into its softness. It was stunning. And utterly foreign.
I didn't know what I was expecting—some sort of cell, perhaps, or at least something cold and functional. But this? This was luxury. This was comfort. And yet, despite all the loveliness surrounding me, I couldn't shake the cold of uncertainty that clung to my skin.
He wanted me to stay here.
Well. he hadn't said it to me, exactly.
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