The servant led Isabella into a stunning room, far more luxurious than the one she had in her pack house. The space was warm and inviting, with soft light streaming in from tall windows. The room was filled with the sweet, calming scent of fresh flowers that were arranged beautifully in vases around the room. The bed was grand, larger than any she had seen before, draped in rich, silky fabrics that looked as comfortable as they were elegant. The overall atmosphere felt like a peaceful, dreamy escape, a place where she could truly relax and feel special.
Isabella's eyes were wide with confusion as she looked at the servant. The room's beauty couldn't mask the unease bubbling inside her. Her eyebrows furrowed and her lips tightened slightly as she tried to make sense of it all. "Why did you bring me here?" she asked, her voice carrying a mix of curiosity and worry. Her gaze searched the servant's face, hoping to find an answer in their expression.