Chapter 9

Kara

I close the door to my bedroom. Goddess, it is five times the size of mine back home. I turn, seeing a little peephole through the door and sure enough, Marquis is still waiting outside.

I need to calm down … perhaps a bath and some food will help.

It’s hard to feel trapped when I can do cartwheels across the floor. I have never seen a room so big. There is a huge king size bed that I will drown in. it has its own curtain around the top of the bed frame. One wall is all arches with a view of the entire city.

There is a walk-in wardrobe that I will use one shelf of with all the clothes I packed. Not that it matters, as the wardrobe is stocked with dresses, shoes, trousers, tops, jumpers, jackets. Anything I could ever want or need for my lifetime of servitude. Wonderful.

I refuse to linger there too long. If I do, I will probably find ways for my mind to trick me into thinking he bought all these items for me. That he took the care to choose what I would wear. But I doubt it. It