There is No Free Meal

Entering the room, Anya breathed in relief. If she doesn't anger Alvin or melt him when he is angry, she could push through these days and complete her work too.

Without letting herself demotivate, Anya looked at the 'guest' room. She was speechless. Probably her whole little villa takes less space than the room she was standing in. 'Who calls this a bedroom? This is so huge,' It looked like a mini ballroom. Anya laughed at her thoughts.

She thanked the lords for not giving her a royal Moroccan-style room. She would have gone crazy thinking she woke up in a different era. This room was contemporary and minimalist. There was a huge shelf for the books that acted as a section divider for the study table and the sleeping area. 

There was an armchair and foot stand next to the bay window. The knitted blanket on it and the cozy floor mat underneath made it look warm and cozy.