Ophelia woke up to the sound of running water. She groaned and turned, wondering what could be disturbing her sleep. Not a second later, she shot upright, the memories of events flooding her quickly. The journey to the empire, the goblin attack, and then arriving at the palace. Where exactly was she?
Ophelia took in her surroundings and was genuinely amazed. Everywhere she looked, there were glistening and polished tiles with painted walls. There was golden varnish, a lavish vanity, doors that led to curious places, couches with a coffee table, desks, and the list went on.
Ophelia blinked in disbelief and glanced down to see the stained gown she was wearing. Her nose twitched at the horrid scent of the goblin blood. She was surprised that Killorn hadn't attempted to undress her in her sleep and bathe her. The thought made her quite content, as she'd be mortified if he saw her naked in the morning light. Well, he had, but those times, she could try and cover herself.
