Rose's POV
I was hit with the scent of lavender. It was thick, and sweet, the exact fragrance of my late mother's room. For a hazy second, I thought I was in heaven.
I tried to lift my arm. A sharp, bolt of pain shot from my wrist to my shoulder. My eyes flew open, and the ceiling came into focus. I was lying on a bed so soft it felt like a cloud, draped in teal silk sheets that cost more than a nurse yearly salary.
"You're finally awake," a familiar voice purred.
I flinched, my breath hitching in a jagged sob. Richard sat in a velvet armchair by the window, silhouetted against the morning sun. He looked like a prince in a fairy tale, holding a white lily.
"Do you like it?" he asked, standing up. He gestured to the room with a wide, possessive sweep of his hand. "I spent time and mo
