JASMINE'S POV
I stirred slowly and tried to move.
I could see that I was sleeping face down; my hair was against the pillow.
I frowned.
Pillow?
I felt like I was on a soft bed with sheets that felt like silk.
I had never slept in such a bed in my entire life.
Wasn't I supposed to be down in the dungeon?
The last thing I could remember was feeling all weak after eating the food and drinking the water that had been brought for me and then passing out.
I slowly got up and realized that my back had been exposed.
What was going on?
I gently felt the sheets by my waist and pulled them over my chest as I turned around to sit up straight.
I looked around, trying to make sense of what was going on.
I was in a massive, luxurious room with expensive furniture, large paintings, and beautiful windows.
The moonlight streaked into the room and radiated, being the only source of light.
There were no candles on, nothing.
