Eve panted, staring at the folds of the silk canopy that fell softly down the arch of the anchor, only to wrap around the intricately carved wooden pillars of the bed frame and fall towards the carpeted floor. With a gasp, she sat up, startled by the unfamiliar surroundings.
The first thought that came into her mind was that she was kidnapped by the king. But a good look around her told that it was not the case. The place was rather plain when compared to Theodore's room. The dark stone walls and the flat white ceiling were bereft of the gold inlays that covered his bedroom.
A small polished table alongside a wooden cupboard stood against a large window to her right. A deep burgundy chair that matched the color of the furniture stood beside it, its seat oddly facing the queen-size bed that she was sitting on.
