Darian called for the frumpy old lady to show me around and she did, though with a scowl deeper than her wrinkles.

She was clear to mention the parts of the house that were too good for my presence, such as the kings office, his bedroom, the meeting hall and then she opted to disclose that the attached building was much more suitable for people like me.

She opened the door to my new room. The immediate smell of chlorine hit my face followed by a strong whiff of rubbing alcohol. ...