Orian’s pov
I tightened my hold on Amara and teleported straight to my castle, appearing in the room I had prepared for her to be exact.
It was the exact replica of her room back at her parent's. Every single detail was replicated and rebuilt even to the balcony and it's view.
It felt like I was in her actual room again.
She would feel pure horror as I originally planned. Seeing the room as a reminder everyday of what she missed and how her former life was. Thinking of her going through the discomfort was unsettling to me now and not pleasing like how I had planned at first.
I placed her on the bed, took off her boots and massaged her feet to relieve her of the ache in them which was inevitable due to hours of travel.
I went to the bed cabinet and took out a brush which I used on her
