This Is Home

Bianca bolted upright in bed, heart pounding.

Something was wrong.

Very, very wrong.

She turned her head, expecting the familiar scent of warm vanilla and fresh roses.

Instead—damp stone, old wood, and something that smelled suspiciously like peasant.

Her nose wrinkled in disgust.

She threw off the sheets, stormed toward the vanity—

Only to stop dead in her tracks.

There was no vanity.

There was no mirror.

And most importantly—THERE WAS NO MILK BATH.

Her breath caught. Her fingers twitched. Her royal brain struggled to process this absolute violation of existence.

She inhaled deeply. Then screamed.

"MAIDS!"

Silence.

Her eye twitched.

"HELLO?! ATTEND ME!"

The only response?

A mouse scurrying into the shadows.

Bianca froze in horror.

"...What. Was. That."

Her hands clenched into fists of royal fury.