Chapter 23

• IRIS'S POV
• "No, that wouldn't work." I muttered to myself as I crossed off another idea from the mental note I was making. Another idea came and I scribbled it down. " What if I…."
• Without even thinking properly about it, it already sounded ridiculous and I discarded it too. It was hopeless. Utterly hopeless. I pushed myself up from the comfy mattress and onto the floor, the cold seeping into my body through my feet. I felt my blood boil as my lips tugged downwards. My eyes skimmed over the pieces of furniture that was in this room, from the huge chandeliers, to the royal blue curtains, the huge bookshelf, the pristine white tiles, the portraits and paintings and down to the bed struck something in me, an annoyingly hard cord. It was infuriating, here I was trapped in here like some royal prisoner with no hope of escape whatsoever.