JASMINE'S POV
Jasmine stirred slowly and tried to move.
She could see that she was sleeping face down, her hair was against the pillow.
She frowned?
Pillow.
And she felt that she was on a soft bed and sheets that felt like silk.
She had never slept in such a bed in her entire life before.
Wasn't she supposed to be down in the dungeon?
The last thing she could remember was feeling all weak after eating the food and drinking the water that had been brought for her and then passing out.
She slowly got up and realized that her back had been exposed.
What was going on?
She gently felt the sheets by her waist and pulled it over her chest as she turned around to sit up straight.
She looked around where she was trying to make sense of what was going on?
She was in a massive and luxurious room filled with expensive furnitures, large paintings and beautiful windows.
