v3

When I woke up again, the room was darker than before. I sat up, feeling disoriented, and looked around. The tray of food was still on the dresser, but it was now covered with a cloth. I wondered how much time had passed since I had eaten.

I got off the bed and walked to the door, hoping to find a way out. But when I tried the handle, it was locked from the outside. I pounded on the door, yelling for someone to let me out, but there was no answer.

I paced the room, feeling frustrated and trapped. I knew that I had to figure out a way to escape, but I had no idea how. I wished I had some kind of weapon, something to defend myself if I needed to. But all I had were my clothes and my wits.

As I was pacing, I heard a noise outside the door. I froze, listening carefully. It sounded like someone was unlocking the door. I backed away, wondering who it could be. Was it the same man who had brought me food earlier? Or was it someone else?

The door opened, and a woman walked in. She was tall and regal-looking, with long dark hair and piercing blue eyes. She wore a dress of fine silk, and she held herself with the confidence of someone used to giving orders.

"Who are you?" she asked, looking me up and down.

"I don't know," I said, feeling embarrassed. "I can't remember anything."

The woman frowned. "You don't remember anything? How did you get here?"

"I don't know," I said again. "The last thing I remember is going to bed in my own room, in my own world."

The woman looked at me skeptically. "Your own world? What do you mean?"

I hesitated, unsure of how much to tell her. But I decided that I had nothing to lose.

"I mean, I woke up here, in this world, but I don't belong here. I don't know how I got here, or why I'm here. I just want to go back home."

The woman regarded me for a moment, then nodded.

"I understand. But first, we need to figure out who you are and where you come from. You were found wandering on our lands, and that makes you our responsibility. My husband, the lord of this castle, will want to speak with you. He will decide what to do with you."

I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. The thought of being at the mercy of some unknown lord was terrifying. But I knew that I had no choice.

"Okay," I said, trying to sound brave. "I'll talk to him."

The woman nodded, then turned and walked out of the room. I followed her, feeling apprehensive. What kind of world was this, where I was a prisoner of some lord, with no memory of my own past? And how was I ever going to get back home?