Amongst the various chambers provided for the great family, there was one that was currently occupied by none other than Ciara of the Merlin Household.
She was wrapped carefully in bandages and her head rested on a pillow, her gaze fixed on the dancing flames on the earthen brown walls.
It was dimly lit, a curtain blocking the sun's gentle light but it still suffused through, illuminating the dark shades of the red curtains, causing a shadowy cadence on the walls of the room.
Mystical floating lamps hung at each corner of the room, radiating warmth that banished the cold that had permeated through the window.
The medieval furniture was of the same quality and material as the other guestrooms. But each had an accumulation of different tales over the years etched on their surfaces.
It was configured in a standard arrangement, similar to the other rooms.
