Saratoga Castle.
Adam's dorm room was as cozy as ever. Its walls were made of warm stone, softened by paintings of magical creatures that he personally drew in his free time.
The tall, arched window to the side overlooked Marian Lake and the vast expanse of greenery beyond. Rays of the setting sun filtered through these ancient, leaded glass panes, softly lighting up the room.
A four-poster bed stood against one wall, draped with velvet hangings. On the bed, Valerian was comfortably taking a nap under the comforter. After having devoured dozens of pastries at Linlin's, the young dragon immediately fell asleep.
The atmosphere was serene with only the sounds of Valerian's soft purrs and the crackling of firewood gently echoing within the room.
