Bella’s POV
This place was also better than the caves I had been sleeping in with one eye open to avoid being killed by random rogues.
Thinking of the past when I used to sleep in cold caves and scary trees to avoid being dinner for some creatures had me smiling to myself at how I had gotten here.
To the side of the room, an intricately carved wooden desk beckoned me with its elegance.
I walked to it to admire it even closer. The surface, smooth as glass, reflected the warm glow of the room. The desk was adorned with golden finish, a wonder to the attention to detail that had gone into its design.
It seemed to invite me to sit and pen my thoughts, to engage in scholarly pursuits or perhaps to pen a novel of the grand adventures I had undertaken in my forest journey.
As I explored fu
