Ariel's eyes slowly opened, and a shiver ran down her spine as the icy wind caressed her face.
She slowly looked around the unfamiliar surrounding and confusion settled in her mind.
Where was she?
She found herself in a room that exuded both grandeur and an eerie atmosphere. The walls were adorned with intricate, gothic patterns, the flickering candlelight casting haunting shadows across the room.
She hated gothic.
The chandelier above, with its crystal droplets, emitted a dim, ghostly glow.
The imposing black bed,
Wait what? Black bed?
Who in their right mind owns a black bed?!
The bed draped in velvet curtains, seemed to beckon her with an unsettling allure.
She glanced down and noticed that her cloak had mysteriously vanished. Who had the audacity to touch her belongings without permission?! Anger surged through her veins, her teeth clenched, and her fists tightened.
