Aching from an anxious throbbing pain right at the backside of her head, slowly Clara opened her eyes, blinking her long eyelashes consistently for a few times. She was breathing heavily and at first, the vision ahead of her was completely cloudy. Seeming a bit intensified, she scrunched her brow ridge while trying to peek a look at her surrounding.
But all of a sudden, she could sense an unfamiliar cinched pain near both the wrists which piqued her curiosity immensely. Quickly enough, she found herself sitting on a giant wooden cathedra seeming quite marvelous from its sumptuous gesture. A large golden wolf-head was embellished artistically against her back which undoubtedly gave a royalty appearance to the chair.
