I opened my eyes and was immediately enveloped by the soft luminescence of the moonlight. The air around me felt different, infused with an unfamiliar floral fragrance that piqued my senses.
Where was I?
The last thing I remember was being locked in that room by Rhys while he asked me to read what was written in that book in that unknown language.
Then how did I appear here?
I sat up cautiously and surveyed my surroundings. The room was breathtaking, cloaked in a gentle lavender glow. Luxurious purple tapestries adorned the walls, while a fluffy white carpet lay draped over the bed, mimicking a delicate cloud. A striking library filled with shelves of books loomed across the far wall.
Moonlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow on the large bed in the room. Yet, it was the figure lying there that captivated my attention. It was Slyvia, her long hair flowing around her like a silk waterfall.
