Chapter 6 Broken Inside

• When the heavy oak door of the room creaked open, I blinked and looked at those who had entered. Five servants entered in a single file. Several of them, carrying flowing silk dresses draped in tulle, approached the cage without even making a sound.
• They were asking which I preferred, which fabric suited my skin best. Another, in a confident tone, whispered how I wanted my bathwater, what temperature I desired.
• I felt suffocated by irony. I was a prisoner in a golden cage, Xandros's most loyal slave, the property of his mind and body; yet someone was asking me whether I preferred fresh rose petals or lavender in my bathwater.