It was a large room, bigger than Sylviana's private chamber. The walls were painted full white with a piece of art adorned on the ceiling. One large chandelier brightened the place as the fire on each candle stood still. The air blew calmly from the large window as the black sky showed its jewelry. Both its curtains danced slowly almost in accordance with the young man's breathing on the king-sized bed.
Lyon was unconscious on top of the bed before his eyebrows twitched slightly. His body was covered by the thick blanket under the bed curtain before he slowly opened his eyes. His vision was a bit blur before he got his focus back.
Lifting half of his body up, he placed his hand on his forehead. After slicking back his hair he saw that there was no one inside the room but himself. A table, two chairs, a teacup, two cups, and a human-sized mirror were the only things that accompanied him.
"Hmm, did I pass out?"
