Enthralled By You

12| Grand Opulence

It seems real...

Why does it feel so soft? It feels like couching in a pile of feathers or perhaps is it a sea of cotton?

Stirring from a deep slumber, it takes a while before my eyes fully adjusted from blinding lights.

I'm trying to recall everything since I'm certain I'd lost my senses lying in a cold, rough floor. But why I'm here lounging in a velvety bed with lights so bright and a room as wide as an entire house?

"You're awake."

Standing in a doorway, I'll always see and recognize him as a squeaking bat. He probably saw my eyes darting a lot of questions.

"I'm Amerton. How's your sleep? Are you feeling better?"

He's too nosy. We're not acquainted to ask how my sleep was. Ignoring him, I look elsewhere. Everything looks too luxurious fit for a princess starting from this ornately carved four-poster bed with velvet drapes, fine linens and so on—everything looks so lavish. I tried to shut my eyes wishing this is just a dream but everything stays where they are when I open my eyes.

This bright, airy room comes off uncluttered and spacious. A tiny room I used to stay in Zadral is just a piece of scrap compared to this palatial chamber. Everything around here is overwhelming and too much for me to take in.

"Do you like it?"

"Why I'm here?"

He frowns. "You didn't like it?"

"I'm asking you why I'm here."

"Well, you're a guest. Everyone here has their own quarters and it does include you. This will be your room from now on."

There's no way I'd stay in this room.

Are slaves in this domain really had their own?

"If you didn't like here, you're free to choose. There's another room if you want."

Looking at him steadily to see if he's just fooling me or what—he seems serious. "This room is too much for me."

"Pardon?" Raising his brows, he's getting impatient.

"I don't like it here."

"Alright, then just take another room. Please come and follow me." He briskly strides outside.

Treading on a rich-colored carpet, there's a huge, jewel-incrusted mirror at a corner making me see my reflection looking like a damp mouse in my brown, ankle-length tunic. Without doubt, I'm an eyesore and totally out of place.

Following him in a hallway, it didn't go unnoticed seeing everything so plushy and spotless without any trace of filth. Even floors are gleaming I can clearly see myself as a walking grime.

He opened a door for me to look at.

Darting my eyes back to him, is he fooling me? This is almost same as where I've been.

Raising his brow, he got a hint that I didn't like this room as well. He proceeds to open another room and it goes on and on—as every room is way too huge. Nothing suits to my own liking and preference.

This is totally crazy. A mere slave choosing for her own room—it's completely absurd. I've never been choosy. But there's nothing to choose. I grew up with nothing so I've never been a choosy.

"Well, how about this?" Clenching his jaw, he's now obviously annoyed.

Shaking my head, "Do you have a smaller room?"

"As you see, all rooms are designed almost similar."

Of course, I see it. I'm not blind. "Then I'll just stay in the dungeon."