#Chapter 60: Paranoia

Stepping into Caleb’s personal chambers feels like stepping into another world. Every square inch of the room is filled with decadent displays of wealth, from the gold and crystal chandeliers, to the elaborate sconces filled with fresh flowers, to the jewel-encrusted walls and the shining, golden furniture. Although, looking closer, only the bed truly feels lived-in. The rest of the room as a hotel would, there for show but not really function. I wonder how much time Caleb truly spends in this room at all. The past couple of weeks alone, he’s spent more time in my room than he has here. Even now, Caleb seems out of place. He’s hunched over on an uncomfortable-looking antique sofa, his head buried under his hands. “King Caleb?” I ask, as I cautiously move closer. The carpet beneath my feet is stark white. I feel like I’m dirtying it just by stepping on it. “Headache,” Caleb grumbles. This forces my feet to move faster, not really caring about the carpet anymore. Caleb is my fo