The chamber looked the same.
Subtly-glowing walls, the wide bed and the polished floor all looked the same to Amy. She wasn’t expecting that the room would change its appearance as she entered, she just wished that she could at least change her environment. Back in New York city, whenever she felt depressed, sad or anxious, she would just buy wall papers from the craft store and change the decor of her room according to her mood. Here in Noira, there wasn’t any craft stores nor hardware shops. She could not buy wall papers or buckets of paint to ease her anxiety.
Amy thought of asking King Henri to magically change the appearance of her room. Henri was a powerful mage, after all. She didn’t, though. She realized that asking such petty things from the new King of the Noirans was abuse o
