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He took Sebastian’s order and walked away. After lunch, we all joined my parents and grandparents in the foyer and went to the second floor. When Queen Lori opened the doors to the room, I smiled as I looked around, “This would be perfect. Are you sure you’re okay with us using this room?” Queen Lori nodded, “Of course. No one has used this room for years.” I walked around the room with my jaw dropped. The room was as big as a professional basketball court with one entire wall that was nothing but floor to ceiling mirror panels. Which also made me cringe a little when I thought about training the kids in this room. I could see how this wall could be a distraction for them, knowing how kids l

Instead, I stood in a circular chamber even larger than the one that had shown me past cycles—a vast, echoing space whose walls were made entirely of tall, perfectly still mirrors. No flickering scenes. No alternate selves. Just clear, depthless silver. The floor was the same seamless reflective surface I’d seen elsewhere, but somehow flatter here. Dead calm. It reflected the mirrors back at themselves, doubling them into an illusion of infinite height. At the very center of the room, raised on a low dais, stood a single massive mirror. Taller than any of the others. Framed in dark metal that seemed to absorb the light instead of reflecting it. Its surface was smoother than water, so polishe

If there were awards for being fragile, I would probably be one of the runners-up! I was taken aback as I opened my eyes. I couldn’t help but be amazed at the sight of the entire room. There was a large bed, like in a typical bedroom. There was also a dresser and an entertainment area. I walked toward a door and opened it. It was a bathroom that I think was triple the size of our house. There was a large bathtub and a shower area with frosted glass. Of course, there was a toilet bowl and a big mirror, usually seen in public restrooms, which young people would use for mirror shots when they don’t have a large mirror at home.

Her 1500 square feet suite is 5 times the size of the standard cabin size. A huge mirror on one side of the room gave a false sense of space that the room was more spacious than it already is. It was framed with glamorous carvings that were painted in gold, the mirror also faces the bar. As she admired the details of the carving, something caught her eyes. Someone was looking back at her through the mirror. It's him. She casually turned her gaze another way as she sipped on her drink. She was already done with her dinner, so she should consider going back to her room before she had too much to drink.

Ronan smirked as he walked over to the bed and pulled me up by my outstretched arms. "Don't get too comfortable," He winked as he led me to yet another door. "There's still more to see." The new door led to a bathroom almost as big as his bedroom. It was all black tile and gold fixtures. It had a his and hers sink along one wall with a giant mirror with a frame carved from the same dark walnut wood in the bedroom. The shower had two giant shower heads in the center and four more that came from the walls. But the best part was the bathtub. It was bigger than a hot tub. Obviously made for more than one person. And it was deep.

I didn’t realise how big it would be until I walked over to take a shower and wash the day’s grime off my tired body. You could fit my shared room in the omega wing in here, with space to spare. The white bath sits on golden clawed feet in front of a stained glass, floor to ceiling window. The shower has no beginning or end, there is no curtain or partition, it just juts from the wall above the tiled floor which slopes gently towards a drain. The sink is big enough to bathe a small child and a huge mirror with daylight lamps either side of it hangs on the wall. Potted plants sit on several surfaces around the room and candles on tall, twisted holders sit in every corner.

Flopping back against the large, soft pillows, I blinked, my sight clearing enough to see, and what met my eyes was as unfamiliar as fuck. Dark ceiling dotted with soft white lights, the entire surface sleek, new and masculine. Very masculine. Eyebrows slowly furrowing, my head turned to the side, to meet a glistening door that probably lead into a closet, and right beside it was a floor-to-ceiling, wall-sized mirror. What in the world…? Quickly, my head snapped to the other side, a lava lamp glowed by the large king-sized bed I was laying in, on a large, dark bedside double drawer. Dark sleek blinds spanned the entire wall on the opposite side, probably covering a glass wall.

Hoping it wasn't what I was thinking, I tilted my head, drumming the tip of my fingers on the doorknob before pushing it open only to gasp at the ambience of the room I just walked into. One would think it was a glass house with the glass-themed structure of the furniture. Even the walls were filled with mirrors, and I almost gawked at the sight of a king-sized bed with a mirror bedframe to go with. Wait, was this his room? Since when did cowboys need a lot of mirrors in one space? “Don't just stand there and stare. Spit it out.” Marvin drawled as he sauntered into something like a walk-in closet that I never even thought existed.

exercising, my breasts are not big and not too small, in fact when I had plastic surgery I even asked to make them smaller, because I hate big breasts, now they fit in my hand perfectly and that's the way I like it. I went into the bathroom and noticed a box further back with a shower, while a little further ahead a bathtub, on the other side there is a small mirror and below a closet, a little ahead an access door to the closet and on the side a mirror big full body. The floor is onemarble darker, the walls a light gray tone with the accents in dark blue. All minimalist and without much information, matching the room.

On the wall over each of these were paintings by none other than Megan Decosta herself, however not the successful one of today but the struggling one of twenty years ago who at the time was convinced she could only paint when wasted. The room had another of those amazing eight foot windows but this one had been covered up with a black tapestry that depicted several of the planes of Dante's vision of hell. On the left and right wall directly opposite each other were framed portraits of Anton Levay and Aleister Crowley. The best effects of the bedroom however were the mirrors. The entire five foot headboard was covered with one which directly reflected the equally large one over the bureau be