Harriet yawned lazily as she blinked her eyes open. She looked at her surroundings and gasped, sitting on the bed. Her room was big compared to the one she was sleeping in. Even the four walls protecting them from the outside had different colors compared to hers. The paintings on the walls were blue and manly, and even the morning shampoo scent that wafted through her nostrils was unusual. She pushed the purlish covers away from her legs and wore her sandals. She then put on her dress, which was lying on the floor, and turned to walk out of the room.

"Good morning, princess," said a voice. She jumped...