A Dark Bedroom

I wake up with a jolting pain in my head.

"God, I didn't think death would be so painful.", I scream.

'Huh, I was dead, what the heck? How can I stand up? Where even am I?'

At first. I think I was in a hospital but quickly eliminated the possibility after looking around and observing the room.

The room is enormous with stone walls, what the hell? The room is fucking huge. Where am I? Did someone kidnap me and heal me? No, that's not a plausible theory. Nobody is an idiot enough to kidnap me. It is just not logical to do so.'

The room is enormous with stone walls. The whole room is made from dark green stones which are carved into bricks. It gives the room a very medieval feeling. On the walls, hung many paintings and images of people I don't know but strangely feel a connection to. The paintings look extremely detailed like someone put their heart and soul into doing it. Such a painting nowadays is very rare and I think, it would sell for a lot of money if I can sell it.

I take a look at my bed which I was setting on. The bed is extremely soft and feels very cozy to sleep in. Thinking about the bet, I look at other pieces of furniture, and I see all the furniture is made of a dark type of wood. They all have a royal feel to them. I look at the table and see a gold candleholder. A candle was placed in it. But it was not burning. I glance towards the window and see it was closed. I walk towards it to open it up. The window was larger than usual with dark-colored window panes. Seriously, what the hell is wrong with this room and its overtly dark theme?

I open the windows, and a nice cool breeze touches my face. I look outside the window and noticed that I was high up in what seemed to be a palace.

Suddenly, a strange idea comes to my mind.

'No, but it seems that it is the only plausible explanation I cannot give to myself.'

It seems like I have reincarnated in some noble's boy's body. Then let's check what I look like.

Thinking so, I hurriedly ran towards the mirror beside my bed. I take a look at my face.

I was good-looking in my previous life. So, at least I expected to at least have a decent enough face. The fact that I am a noble means I should be taken care of well by everyone here in the palace. I should look decent enough, right?

Well, it does not matter though. In my last life, I looked above average and still managed to remain a virgin. So I don't if looks have anything to do with getting laid. But still, if I have a second chance at life, I might as well enjoy it to the fullest. I want to let go of my shy personality and have some fun honestly. When was the last time, I genuinely enjoyed life? I don't remember.

But I will not my second chance at life. Not now.

Thinking so, I turned to look at my face in the mirror.