A Castle Under Spell

The cold wind blew up the white, clean curtains. The moon was bright as a diamond and its light spread around the place. 

Dianna slowly opened her eyes. She noticed that she was in a strange place and the ceiling was quite simple yet elegant. 

"Hmm, this is not my room." She murmured. "A man's scent?" Dianna smelled a familiar scent of a man and if she was not mistaken. She was sleeping in his room for a couple of hours. 

The room was huge and elegant. On the right side, a mini table with a vase of flowers on it, and on the left side, there was a huge space covered with glass. It looked like a big window covered with white, clean curtains. 

The city lights were too visible from the room. Dianna slowly stood and touched the edge of the table, chairs, and bed. 

She said, "It's clean and there's no even hint of dust everywhere!" 

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