08-30-2018, 02:34 AM
Aryin followed after Larry through the secret passageway, that even he knew nothing about despite literally growing up in this home and exploring every nook and cranny; although it made some sort of sense for his father to have a direct route to his cellar... Once they were in the hallway, Aryin started leading the way toward his old bedroom, which he sometimes still used on occasion.
Stumbling along the way, and generally causing a loud commotion; although no one would hear it as the party was still in full-swing downstairs in the garden... Aryin finally fumbled open the correct door, and he pushed open the double wide white doors to reveal his old bedroom. Crisp white walls and navy blue walls were divided by a black chair rail; the bed was a king-size with navy and gold bed accessories while the drapes were black-out black - it looked very much like a teenagers bedroom, still adorn with heavy metal band posters and various sports trophies on the shelving unit.
The bedroom looked like a master bedroom - but then again, so did all of the other bedrooms on this floor. It came with its own attached bathroom as well; with a garden tub and a shadow-box styled shower with dual shower heads and jets all around the back wall for maximum and optimal spraying advantages.
There was a desk in one corner, right next to a very large bookshelf that contained a thousand books, movies, and pictures of Aryin and his sister Sarah as the duo grew up. On the desk, however, there was something that looked relatively new - well, in that it was a wrapped gift, but it had not been opened; there was a layer of dust on top of it and a card sticking out from underneath the ribbon; if further inspected, it would clearly be written 'For my beloved son, on his eighth birthday - Love, Mom'.
Aryin kicked off his sneakers and stretched out his back muscles, unbuttoning just a few of the buttons on his shirt - exposing his well defined and beautifully tanned chest - "Well... This is it, the prince's palace inside the palace..."
Stumbling along the way, and generally causing a loud commotion; although no one would hear it as the party was still in full-swing downstairs in the garden... Aryin finally fumbled open the correct door, and he pushed open the double wide white doors to reveal his old bedroom. Crisp white walls and navy blue walls were divided by a black chair rail; the bed was a king-size with navy and gold bed accessories while the drapes were black-out black - it looked very much like a teenagers bedroom, still adorn with heavy metal band posters and various sports trophies on the shelving unit.
The bedroom looked like a master bedroom - but then again, so did all of the other bedrooms on this floor. It came with its own attached bathroom as well; with a garden tub and a shadow-box styled shower with dual shower heads and jets all around the back wall for maximum and optimal spraying advantages.
There was a desk in one corner, right next to a very large bookshelf that contained a thousand books, movies, and pictures of Aryin and his sister Sarah as the duo grew up. On the desk, however, there was something that looked relatively new - well, in that it was a wrapped gift, but it had not been opened; there was a layer of dust on top of it and a card sticking out from underneath the ribbon; if further inspected, it would clearly be written 'For my beloved son, on his eighth birthday - Love, Mom'.
Aryin kicked off his sneakers and stretched out his back muscles, unbuttoning just a few of the buttons on his shirt - exposing his well defined and beautifully tanned chest - "Well... This is it, the prince's palace inside the palace..."
You can lead a horse to water, but cannot force a horse to drink.