LILIBETH
Killian had been leading me down hallway after hallway until we came to a room on the far-left side of the mansion. "My room and Ciaran's were on opposite sides of the house. My father didn't want us interacting unless necessary." He shrugged as he pushed open the door to his bedroom. Killian flicked a switch and the room illuminated. A large king-sized bed with a black wooden headboard was pressed up against the far wall. A television was mounted to the wall across from it and a long nine drawer dresser beneath that. The floor was of a black hardwood, it was probably the most simplistically stunning room I had ever seen.
"This is your room?" I asked in disbelief. Killian seemed genuinely surprised that I didn't believe this was his room. "Why is that so surprising?" Killian as
