Jillian's eyes snapped open with an audible gasp. He bolted upright and subconsciously reached for his sword only to realize that… he was no longer in the snowy forest. Huh…? What—What was happening? The midnight blue wallpaper, dark wooden floor tiles, antique chandelier above his head and the feeling of soft mattress under his palm… Jillian pinched his arm as hard as he could and sucked in a breath of pain.
He wasn't dreaming. This was his room in the manor. How did he end up here? The last thing he remembered was… The memories slowly caught up to him and his breath stuttered as he recalled a pair of piercing silver eyes, a face so stunning that it put the most beautiful woman to shame and… the translucent body clad only in white robe…
