(Seren's POV)
The next morning, I woke up only to find myself in my bedchamber. Again. "I am sure it is not a dream."
I immediately sat up in bed. The first thing I did was to check my dress. It proved my suspicion. "So he changed it again. That shameless pervert!"
With gritted teeth, I checked for wounds on my skin where it hurt last night after I fell down in the pit. There were no marks and I was not in pain. "I am... completely fine again? No pain, no tiredness... but how?"
I looked around the bedchamber and sighed, "Seems like wherever I go, I will end up back in the palace."
By now, I already understood that the red-eyed man was the one helping me go out of the palace but he was also the one to bring me back afterwards.
"Who is he? What does he even want? Does he think this is funny? He is completely toying with me!" I was frustrated and angry and curious, but all those emotions had to be swallowed and hidden as a sense of helplessness and desperation enveloped me.
