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Thank you for your votes. Please, keep supporting my book. Fighting! Melissa Spatiaits. I walk into the biggest room in the inn. A faint scent of lavender greets me, mingling with the soft glow of candlelight and lanterns that hung on the walls, bathing the room in a warm tone. My footstep echoes against the wooden floors as I make my way towards the neatly arranged towels. Elizabeth asked me to keep a lot of these in his room. The hearth at the far corner crackles, casting dancing shadows across the walls. I can feel a wild breeze whistling through the open window, carrying the cool fragrance of the night air. And there, there is a soft looking bed, filled with pillows, looking at it alone makes me want to sleep. Should I just touch it? They look soft to the touch, but I remember the