Vienna's POV

“Is this room the best you could manage?” I said with evident disdain. My walk-in closet back home surpasses this space in size, the sheets are far from silk, the windows exude a rustic charm and goodness, and they are covered with those ghastly green wallpapers! I can’t help but wonder, who lives here, Shrek?

“Hush yourself and step inside,” the guard barked, shoving me forward and locking the door with finality.

How utterly ...