On a chilly morning, with winter lurking just beyond the horizon, a luxurious room within the expansive castle beckoned with an air of opulence and grandeur.
Isla's eyes fluttered open.
The polished marble floors, cool to the touch, cradled the footsteps of those who ventured within, a symphony of echoes that spoke of timeless elegance. Yes, the people were awake, and this was the morning after.
Sunlight filtered through heavy drapes, casting a soft, golden glow upon the room as if it were nature's way of paying homage to the riches within.
The sumptuous furnishings, upholstered in velvets and silks of deep, rich hues, offered respite from the cold, inviting guests to sink into their plush depths.
A massive four-poster bed, its canopies billowing like clouds of opulence, stood as the centerpiece, a throne of comfort fit for royalty. And she felt him breathing slowly in her arms, resting his head on her shoulder.
