The first thing Feng Jiao Xue noticed when she woke was the softness. Her hand gripped the soft velvety cloth in confusion.
Her bed wasn't this comfortable.
The matress beneath her was plush, sinking just enough to cradle her form. Her ussual one was just enough to make sure she can sleep peacefully.
The silk sheets were cool against her skin, embroidered with golden phoenixes woven into deep blue fabric. Above her, the canopy was made of sheer, white gauze, allowing sunlight to filter through like a gentle morning glow.
This room was a far cry from her shabby shack, it was grand in a way that it was befitting a princess.
