The room was decorated with a massive bed—large enough for four—its golden frame filling the space with warmth. To its right was a window, and beside that, a door leading to the washroom.
On the left wall hung nothing but a portrait of the King. His eyes mirrored Astara's—the same confident gaze—but his black hair differentiated them. The divine flag stood beside him.
Directly opposite the bed was a desk, adorned with his uniform, books, a small mirror, and a seat. To its right stood a wardrobe.
Medora's room was right next to Daylan's, on the right.
"You guys must rest—it's a direct order from Captain Alucard. Since it's almost nightfall, your meals will be brought to you," Rodger said, then excused himself.
Daylan and Medora stood at their entrance, shrugged at each other, and then headed into their rooms. The moment he stepped inside, Daylan shut the door behind him, placed the cat on the desk, and hurled himself onto the bed.
