Zich opened his eyes slowly to the sight of a ceiling he did not recognize. The blanket draped over him was soft and far too thick compared to the rough sheets he had grown used to. His head sank further into the pillow as he tried to remember where exactly he was.
For a few seconds, he stared upward, blinking against the light leaking through the tall window beside the bed. The room around him was huge, lined with polished wood and decorated with small artifacts he had not bothered to examine the night before.
"Right," he muttered, finally remembering. He was the owner of a mansion now, which still sounded ridiculous even inside his own head.
Zich pushed the blanket aside and swung his legs over the edge of the mattress, and his bare feet landed on a rug so soft it almost felt insulting.
