67 The traces of one's beloved (M)

It was so big…

His bed I mean. Like...the one in the tower was big too, but it was a normal big, a queen-size big. But the one in the castle's bedroom was BIG big. Like I could lie down in whatever position and roll around and all without falling. Like I need to make a journey just to get out of bed.

Also, this one had a canopy, a big one, with curtains in velvet red.

So scandalous.

But it also felt sooo nice. The mattress was perfect, and everything from the sheet to the pillows and blanket had Natha's scent. Rather, the whole bedroom had his scent.

More than the bedroom in the tower, his manaprints were everywhere; the bed, the huge bathroom, the drawing room, the armrest and the chaise lounge, the small dining table...

His scent and presence lingered everywhere, seeping into every tile and wall through decades of repeated movements.