The room they gave me was nothing like anything I had ever had.
I stood in the doorway for some minutes before I could even think of entering inside.
It doesn't look like a palace. It looks like a house mainly built for tourism or comfort. It was just beautiful.
The king size bed I was given consisted of a pink linen and a lot of pillows. A stone fireplace which is already burning low and a window that looked out over the flowing Dawnridge river.
Selene, I called out.
I know, she said softly.
I never had a room like this. I had grown up in a two-room cottage with a curtain between my sleeping space and my mother's and a tin bath filled with water heated on the stove. I had never had a fire that was just for me.
I pressed my lips together hard.
I was not going to cry about a room.
