The King of Caspian
Finally, I lifted my hand, giving the door a light knock.
"Come in," Garren answered immediately, his deep voice filling the silence. I hesitated for a second before gripping the handle and pushing the door open.
I wasn't sure what I expected Garren's room to look like, but it wasn't this. I let out an audible gasp as I took in the space. His ceiling was glass, much like mine, but the similarities ended there. His bed was set low on the floor, dark curtains draped around it. The walls were all a dark forest green. A few lights sat on the walls giving off a warm glow.
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