Clare

A loud siren was what sprung her up, almost falling off the bed. Clare woke up to a familiar place, but not familiar enough. It wasn't London, it definitely wasn't the holiday apartment she and her mother had stayed a few nights ago. This was spacious, way too colorful compared to her mother's white obsession, and unreal, but nevertheless it was no stranger to her eyes.

The soft cushions underneath her body was confusing as she was unaware of how she gotten into the king ...