Triam
What the f**k was he doing here? Triam asked himself as he watched Fallen talk to her family and then walk down the monstrosity of a castle to where she would be sleeping. The room was all princessy with a four-poster bed with curtains. Tiny lights were strung along the poles and white covers covered the bed. There was a lounge chair in front of the bed and a closet full of colorful dresses on one side of the room. For a gloomy place, the underworld had bright fashion.
“Oh my…” Fallen blushed as she looked around her room. “It’s beautiful.”
“I thought you didn’t like white. You always wore black, and your room was made up in all black décor. I always thought that someone had died in there,” Triam commented. Though he’d sworn to keep his mouth shut until the apocalypse that the o
