Stepping inside her designated bedroom, Melania could not help but sigh.
The room was not bad per se, on the contrary, it exceeded her expectations –– vast and filled with light despite the gray skies outside its tall and wide windows.
The walls were decorated with fine wallpaper strips and had tiny pink rosebuds carefully painted on them. the furniture was new and clearly crafted by the best and most skilled hands in the entire Kingdom. The carpets on the floor were clean and soft to the touch, walking on them reminded the princess of the feeling she had while walking on the soft summer grass on the cliff near the ocean.
No, the room was not bad. But it was still not the room where she felt like she could belong.
Helping Her Highness with her white coat, Loraline, too, took another look around her chambers before noting,
