The rays of the sun filtered into the room, waking Lugh up.
He stirred beneath thick, silken covers, nestled in the largest bed he had ever slept on.
His original room was completely destroyed, and although this place was large and grand—extravagantly so—that point was made clear by the exotic plants, stained glass windows, a personal library, and a rock formation from which an artificial stream glided down artistically stacked stones.
Yet despite its luxury, it felt hollow. This was where Lugh had currently taken up as a temporary residence.
The word temporary was used, but Lugh doubted he would ever be told to leave. Even if his original space was fixed, it had been located on the ground floor.
After what had happened… no, they would never let him stay there again.
Security had been tightened significantly, but Lugh still doubted someone like Isolde or Selaphiel would take such a risk again.
