Chapter 8: Consider My Option
Charles walked through the clan's hallways with firm but slightly shaky steps.
Rian's memories of this place were fuzzy. He'd turned down several wrong corridors, running into stone walls and servants who shot him dirty looks, until he finally reached a double wooden door with carved details.
'This has to be it,' he thought, taking a deep breath before pushing it open.
Lira's room unfolded before him like a different world from his own. It was spacious, with woven rugs covering the floor and a large bed in one corner, draped with fine fabric curtains.
A polished wooden table was cluttered with scrolls and items that screamed high rank.
But what made Charles freeze in the doorway was a flat-screen TV taking up an entire wall.
'What the hell?' he thought, blinking in disbelief. 'A TV? Seriously?'
For a second, his mind raced.
Was this a modern world masquerading as fantasy?
They were totally breaking his immersion!
Before Charles could wrap his head around it, Lira looked up from an armchair where she sat, a remote control in hand.