As Ashok stepped inside and closed the door behind him, the gentle sound of the latch clicking signaled the start of his long-awaited solitude.
The room's size was impressive—far larger than the modest inn room where he had first woken up in this unfamiliar body. However, it still couldn't compare to the grandeur of the Duke's daughter's chambers.
His crimson eyes scanned the space. A large bed dominated the room, neatly positioned near a closed window that invited in soft diffused light through the curtains.
Opposite the bed stood a tall cupboard with a sturdy frame, its polished surface showing no signs of wear.
Beside the cupboard was a simple but functional table, empty and waiting to serve any purpose Ashok might assign to it.
The floor was cloaked in a plush red mat, soft to the touch, while the cream-painted walls lent the room a warm, soothing atmosphere.
