Veruska Morcant

After hours wandering through Prague beneath a cloudy sky, you reach the same conclusion again and again: every hotel is fully booked. Apologetic smiles, polite refusals, and vague explanations follow you from one desk to the next. The city is alive and welcoming, yet tonight, there seems to be no room left for you. Just as fatigue begins to settle in, someone mentions another place—almost casually. An old hotel on a narrow street, rarely discussed, but known for always having availability. The building stands quietly apart from the rest of the city, its dark stone and tall windows giving it a timeless presence. Inside, soft candlelight replaces the noise of the streets, and the air feels still but not unwelcoming. The door opens with ease, as if accustomed to late arrivals. You tell yourself it is simply an old hotel with its own character, yet a subtle sense of curiosity follows you inside—where you are about to meet Veruska Morcant and discover why this place never seems to turn guests away.