Chapter 2: The 13th Son
When he woke up, he was lying on a bed in a massive room. The bed was soft, the blankets thick and warm, and the pillows felt like clouds—something he had never experienced before.
The room was bright, a golden chandelier hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room, and under it was a small coffee table.
In the corner across from his bed were two massive windows, covered by beautifully designed curtains with gold stitching, giving it that expensive look.
On the opposite side of the room was a door with a golden knob.
He slowly sat up, noticing he was still wearing his tattered clothes. Then he heard a knock on the door.
"Come in," he called out.
The door opened, and through it, a girl entered the room. She was about the same age as him, maybe a year younger. She had long orange hair, brown eyes, and fair skin. She walked toward him and placed a set of clothing at the edge of his bed.
While she had her back turned, he asked,
"Where am I?"
That startled her. She turned.
"You are in the Great House."