The plate of food did not look safe enough now. He reached for the plate and picked it up. His feet went in the direction of the potted plant in the corner. He slowly picked up the plant and dumped the food inside the earth and potted the plant back. He patted the earth flat on the pot carefully. He put the plate back on the table and stretched back on the bed. His eyes went to the ceiling. The patterns on the ceiling are golden curves on a white wall.
The place looks a bit dustier than a normal castle with maids. ‘To think of the state the castle is such.’ His campground seems cleaner than this place.
“Even if it is a place under lockdown shouldn’t the maids keep it clean?” He thought while his head turned around to watch the room he is kept in.