Lilith's plea

Lith woke up and saw her self in a luxurious room. The room exuded opulence and elegance. The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries and expensive artwork, while the furniture was made of rich, dark wood with plush velvet upholstery. The room was bathed in soft, warm lighting, casting a gentle glow on everything it touched. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, sparkling with a thousand tiny prisms.

The bed she was laid on was a grand masterpiece in itself. It was an ornate four-poster bed with intricately carved wooden frames and a canopy draped with flowing, sheer curtains. The mattress was plush and inviting, covered in silky, high-thread-count sheets. It was a bed fit for royalty, almost like the type she had at home, but this was more preferable.

Lilith's heart pounded within her chest, her mind enveloped in darkness and trepidation. The haunting memories of her past in the old castle flooded her thoughts, conjuring images of confinement and despair. The mere possibil