The lavish room was adorned with opulent tapestries.
Shimmering chandeliers made of diamonds hung from the ceiling and shone like a bright sun, casting a warm and resplendent glow throughout the room keeping the temperature warm and cozy. The walls were adorned with tasteful, artwork and richly partnered wallpapers or luxurious tapestries.
At the centre, on a plush, velvet bed, a pale sickly figure slept with many layers of cult covering her.
At one end, a man with a deep frown and worry sat, staring with deep melancholy eyes.
"My sweet precious doll. My heart is tearing apart seeing you like this.'' Kevin's eyes became teary as he saw the pale sickly white Julian lying unconscious. She looked like someone suffering from anemia, someone who had a shortage of blood.
He clenched the sheet tights as his heart raged in furry imagining the scene of the pain her daughter went through.