Norhall Castle

When Anastasia fluttered her eyes open, confusion swept over her. A chandelier hung in the ceiling that emanated soft lights. Tiny orbs of yellow lights floated over her. They touched her skin as if caressing her and then drifted away. She recognized the woodsy, spicy and misty smell that surrounded her. She looked down and found herself tucked beneath comfortable blue silk sheets. She scanned the room, not recollecting how she got there or where she was. The bed she was lying on was massive. Breeze fluttered the blue lacy drapes of the windows bringing in the aroma of lilacs and lavender. Sunrays crept in every time the drapes moved. On her left were huge armoires that were crafted beautifully with dragons and vines. She turned her head to the right and found lavish couches in blue fabric.