Chapter 4: Reflection and Cleansing

I stood in the cter of the room, taking in the opulce a me. The plush, dark silk sheets on the bed, the elegant ebony wardrobe, and the vanity table adorned with brushes and perfumes. Everything seemed surreal, as if I had be transported into a dream. I sighed, feeling the weight of my situation pressing down on me.

A large, ornate mirror stood against one wall, and I found myself drawn to it. I hesitated for a momt before stepping in front of it, my eyes widing in shock at the reflection staring back at me. My appearance had changed drastically.

My brown hair was now a deep, glossy black, and my eyes had turned a striking shade of red. I looked a bit taller and, despite the dirt smudging my skin, undiably gorgeous.

"Is this really me?" I whispered, touching my face. The reflection did the same, confirming that it was indeed my own.

The changes were disconcerting, but there was no dying the allure of my new appearance. It was as if the transformation had made me into a differt person altogether.

I remembered the king's words, calling me a thief. What kind of life had the previous owner of this body led? How had they ded up in this strange situation, and what had they done to warrant such hatred from the king?

Before I could ponder further, the door swung op with a creak, and the same demon maid from before stepped in, carrying a towel. "It's for you. Take a bath, please. You look dirty," she said, her voice calm but firm.

I shook my head, backing away from her. "I can bathe myself, thank you."

The maid raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusemt in her eyes. "I'm afraid I have orders to assist you," she said, stepping closer.

"I don't need help," I insisted, trying to put some distance betwe us. "I can do it alone."

The maid's expression harded slightly. "Orders are orders," she repeated, her tone leaving no room for argumt. With a swift, practiced movemt, she grabbed the hem of my clothes and pulled, stripping me of the dirty garmts before I could react.

"Hey!" I protested, trying to cover myself. But the maid was reltless, pushing me towards the bathroom.

The bathroom was as luxurious as the rest of the room, with a large marble tub filled with steaming water. The sct of lavder filled the air, soothing but not ough to quell my irritation.

"Elara," I repeated, trying to wrap my head a the new title. "Why are you calling me 'Lady'?"

Anara's smile was igmatic. "Because you are to be the que's wife, and that makes you a lady of this realm."

I swallowed hard, the reality of my situation sinking in once more. "And what if I don't want to be the que's wife?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Anara's expression softed slightly. "We all have roles to play in this world," she said gtly. "Sometimes, we don't get to choose them."

Her words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. I didn't know what to say, so I simply nodded, feeling a mixture of fear, confusion, and resignation.

Anara finished adjusting my clothes and stepped back. "There, you're ready," she said. "Now, rest for a while. The que will call for you wh she is ready."

I nodded again, feeling exhausted. Anara gave me one last look before leaving the room, closing the door softly behind her. I sank down onto the edge of the bed, my mind racing with thoughts of everything that had happed.

I glanced a the room, taking in the details once more. The lavish furnishings, the opult decorations—it was all so differt from my old life. Everything felt surreal, like I was living in someone else's dream.

I looked down at my hands, still getting used to the sight of my new, unblemished skin. I could hardly believe the transformation. It was as if my old life had be wiped away, replaced with this strange new reality.

I tried to calm my racing thoughts, reminding myself to take things one step at a time. There were so many questions left unanswered, and I had a feeling that my new life was going to be filled with challges and mysteries.

But for now, all I could do was wait and try to make sse of the whirlwind of evts that had brought me here. I lay back on the bed, staring up at the intricately carved ceiling, and let out a long, weary sigh.

"How did I d up here?" I whispered to the empty room. "And what does my future hold?"

As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but wonder about the demon que and the strange new world I had be thrust into. Whatever lay ahead, I knew one thing for sure: my life would never be the same again.