Anja

I woke up in a massive bed in an opulent bedroom, one larger than I had ever seen. It was grand, in fact – the kind of room someone of Royal blood would occupy, and I lived as a Royal, so I know what I’m talking about.

The four-poster bed, covered in silk, sits against the back wall, and a blazing fire surrounded by a marble mantel sits directly in front of the bed, oak dressers with flowers in glass vases on top. Yes, it’s beautiful.

Yet there I was, a complete mess in a room I had no place being in.

The second I sat up, two women around the age of fifty came rushing over. They checked the back of my head thoroughly before deeming me fine, with no damage.

Thank the God’s and Goddess’s.

They handed me a plate filled with raw meat and fruit. I shovel