Chapter 29: No Marks On My Mate

The room exuded a charm very similar to Siroos. With walls painted in warm hues of gold and rust, creating a cosy and inviting atmosphere. The floor had a thick, plush rug made from the hide of some animal Siroos must have hunted. 

Instead of a bed, there was a large soft mattress covered with overstuffed cushions and pillows arranged in a neat yet relaxed manner. They seemed so inviting that Cassandra wished to sink into their softness. She was reminded of her bedding in the carriage, he had taken utmost care to keep her comfortable and safe. 

Along the walls were lined wrought iron candle holders with tall, flickering candles filling the room with soft amber light. 

The air was perfumed with the subtle, soothing scent of desert sage and sandalwood, emanating from a small, ornate incense burner placed on a low wooden table in the corner.