“My room?” I repeated, “what do you mean my room? It is supposed to be our room.”
“No no” Jackson shook his head, “this is your room” he said pointing towards the room, “and that is my room!” he pointed somewhere outside the room.
He then turned to his heel and left. I peeked out of the room to see him disappearing into a room up front the hall. I rolled my eyes and closed the door shut. Sunlight was pouring in through the huge window, lighting up the whole room. I walked over, examining everything. The room was luxurious and huge. I went over and sat on the bed.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
“Madam?” I heard a male voice outside the door.
Assuming it was one of the servants I told him to come in. An old man in his late forties and huge beard entered the room holding a tray
