Hotel Valhalla ~ Son of a Jotun King

I Get a Pretty Suite Room

I wake up groaning in pain. There's a feeling inching its way up my throat and I barely have enough time to grab the bucket next to my pillows before I empty my stomach. Then I remember that I'm supposed to be dead.

I look up slowly so I don't worsen my stabbing headache and examine my surroundings. I'm in a four-poster bead with a midnight blue sheet, red velvet pillow cases, and a thick blanket with a picture of a beautiful mountainous landscape on it.

But it's the rest of the room that draws my attention. My bed was on a platform of dark oak wood that swayed in the branches of a tree. I peeked over the platform only to see my branches going all the way down and a stark white void. There were dark oak wood pathways leading to other rooms.

I couldn't believe myself, but I found that walls the most surprising thing. Because there was no floor, the walls came out of the celling. So you had a bunch of walls just hanging there in empty space!

There was another platform, but this one was made out of hewn stone and was occupied by a roaring fireplace that felt lovely. I felt an strange pull on my eyes so I allowed it to direct my gaze to an official-looking door.

I threw the blankets off me and slowly got up, clutching my head in one hand in an attempt to ease the pain. That was when I realised I was dressed in a white dress-shirt, dark purple tuxedo, and a lime green bowtie. I stumbled to the door and my fingers brushed against the golden doorknob just as my body was wracked with pain.

I fell against the door, knocking it open as I fell into the hallway beyond. The group of people waiting outside my door jumped back in shock but the pain had blurred my vision. I watched in fascinated horror as fur sprouted along my hand and travelling up my arm. My nails became sharp claws. My groans of pain became growls, and eventually roars, of pain. The hall seemed to grow smaller and I felt a tightening sensation along my sides.