Meanwhile, on the other end at sohia's chamber, sophia woke up. Half asleep, she looked around the room she was in, a wave of panic kicking in.
She managed to stand from the bed to guage her surrounding, before realization hit her.
She's already in valtor! She can remember the last thing that occured. She was with prince Erik when they just got to the palace, and went straight in for the welcome ceremony. It seemed that she fell unconscious as soon as they both got out of the throne hall. Did he bring her here? He has been both hot and cold towards her ever since they met at Azura, even throughout their journey. Did he seem to care?
Sophia shook the thought off her mind as she took a small walk inside the chamber to be aware of her surrounding.
The room was dimly lit, with only a few candles flickering to life as she moved, her yes adjusting to the light
The chamber was a far cry from the cold, dark castle she'd expected. The walls were adorned with rich, crimson tapestries, and the floor was covered with plush, velvet rugs. The bed was a grand, four-poster affair, with curtains of white silk and delicate, lace trim. A balcony overlooked a lush garden, the scent of blooming flowers wafting up to her room. It reminded her of her room back in Azura, where she'd often sit on her own balcony, watching the sun rise over the gardens.
Sophia ran her hand over the intricate carvings on the furniture, feeling a pang of wonder. Whoever had decorated this room had clearly tried to make it feel like a human's chamber. But... she smiled wily to herself. They might have added all the trappings of human luxury, but Sophia could still sense the underlying... otherness. The way the shadows seemed to pool in the corners, the faint scent of something wild and untamed that lingered in the air.
She walked over to the desk, running her fingers over the quill pen and inkwell. The paper was blank, waiting for her to write something. Sophia wondered what kind of letters a vampire princess would write. Would they be love letters, or dark, gothic poetry?
Her eyes caught on a small, silver crucifix hanging on the wall. Sophia raised an eyebrow.
As she started to explore more, the door opened with a creaking sound. She stopped to check, her heart racing. Praying it shouldn't be who she thought it was, because she's not ready to meet him yet. And there's something by the way he looks at her, giving sarcastic remarks. It felt as if there was a hidden man behind that mask, as if something more cruel than he's said to be.