JASMINE'S POV
Jasmine stirred slowly and tried to move.
She could see that she was sleeping face down; her hair was against the pillow.
She frowned.
Pillow.
She felt like she was on a soft bed with sheets that felt like silk.
She had never slept in such a bed in her entire life before.
Wasn't she supposed to be down in the dungeon?
The last thing she could remember was feeling all weak after eating the food and drinking the water that had been brought for her and then passing out.
She slowly got up and realized that her back had been exposed.
What was going on?
She gently felt the sheets by her waist and pulled them over her chest as she turned around to sit up straight.
She looked around, trying to make sense of what was going on.
She 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.
