"Connects our soul in a blissful marriage? He has to have been intoxicated when he wrote you that sappy godforsaken letter. Agh, the way he's stooping low just to infiltrate your mind, Soojin.." Bohoja whispers, circling around Soojin.
Casper's shed was entirely made up of wood, the smell of rotting bark filling the air as a lousy light bulb hanging off of the ceiling, decorates the enclosure in a dark orange hue.
Hay covers the flooring and the air doesn't smell all that pleasant, considering there's an uncleaned dung collected at one end of the room.
There's an opening, a small window, covered in glass, offering the perfect view of the back of the Palace, it's right wing.
Where the King's golden chamber was, on the 5th floor.
