It felt different. Even though my eyes were closed, I could feel something was different, especially the bed that I was laying on. It was softer, even the sheets were softer And definitely more luxurious in nature than the ones at the house of Sir Walter.
That had me open my eyes in an instant and sit straight only to realise that I was, indeed, in the room that I had always been in the palace. The Queens Quarters.
Which meant that Tristan had brought me back effortlessly. Raising my feet to myself as I got around to get down from the bed, I was met with resistance. Only to find out that I had huge chains around my ankles and my wrists.
He chained me.. again?
I tried to sit as comfortably as I could on the bed with the change respecting my movements. They were heavy, but they were also long just like last time meaning I could easily use the bathroom if I wanted to.
He..?
No one was here, not from where I could see it.
