Chapter Fifty-One: We Finally Meet
One Day To Lyla's Birthday
Lyla POV:
The transition from unconsciousness to sudden alertness was jarring. My eyes fluttered open, and I was greeted by an expanse of golden vaulted ceilings adorned with intricately designed chandeliers. The light they emitted was soft and gentle, not stinging my eyes but offering just enough clarity to distinguish the lush details of the room.
Every inch of the room screamed opulence. The walls were painted a deep burgundy, complemented by golden patterns that danced along the perimeter. Luxurious tapestries hung, detailing historical events that I didn't recognize. The floor beneath me was soft, a plush carpet woven with designs that held an unfamiliar crest. I was laid out on a canopy bed, its posts carved from rich
