CHAPTER 11 - RICHARD

The repeated knock on the door snaps me out of my deep slumber. My eyes flutter in a rush and my gaze hits the exquisite light from the chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

I sit up, squinting my eyes from the sun rays that infiltrated the window. It takes a moment to get a grip and try analyzing where the hell I am.

The room looks nothing like the room in the castle I share with Lucy. This room is a whole lot bigger and the design is top-notch. It emits a strong sophistication that I've never seen.

The bedsheet is made of the finest silk...