Mirabella followed the maid until they reached the third floor of the castle. Her brows furrowed at the familiar turn of the stairs. When they arrived at the large door adorned with intricately carved wooden roses, the maid pushed it open.
Mirabella's eyes darted to the room opposite the stairs. If she remembered correctly, that was the king's room, the one the young prince had pointed out earlier.
Stepping into the room, she was followed by the maid. Her gaze swept across the surroundings, and she stood dumbfounded by the decor. The room was nothing less than a princess's chamber. A high ceiling with walls painted in red and pink roses entwined against green vines, and in the center lay a grand round bed surrounded with a delicate canopy.
"Are you sure we didn't come to the wrong room?" Mirabella asked, bewildered.
