Annica opened her eyes and blinked a few times. She was lying on her back. And what she saw confused her.
The ceiling of the room she was in now was different from the ceiling of the room she was used to. The ceiling was high and beautiful, decorated with golden candlesticks that burned brightly.
Annica took a deep breath and realized that the air around her was also different. It was not freezing, or cold, or damp, but warm and smelled of roses.
And the mattress that supported her body did not feel lumpy and hard, but perfectly supported her spine, with soft and smooth sheets. Very soft. Very comfortable.
Where was she?
A snoring sound made Annica turn her head to the side.
And what she saw made her heart stop beating.
Daemond! That monster!
Memories of what happened the night before rushed into Annica's mind and made her face heat up.
