Slamming the door behind her, Jayden inwardly took a deep breath only to be surprised by an uncontrollable barrage of coughing, her eyes becoming itchy and slightly teary like there was something stuck inside, which prompted her into inspecting the room around her.
From the shabby, dusty, almost broken look of the faded golden door, she was able to assume what the interior would look like yet it seemed far, far worse than she ever expected as she began to frantically look around with her gray, dust-filled vision.
Considering Abby's position in her family, her room was extremely small, not even a fifth of the size of her own room, the size was more comparable to that of a servant's chamber than that of the daughter of one of the most important families in the country.
The room that was supposed to be crimson in colour was now more like ash, died gray with dust. The few surfaces such as drawers and tables around the room also had the same colour of infested rot, rust and faded gray.
