The Dye:

Elena:

"Not yet," he replied, his voice flat.

Suddenly, his brow furrowed, and after a while, his eyes flicked open, and he sat up.

"Don?"

"You have a visitor, Ele," he announced.

After a while, we stepped out in bathrobes into Donald's room. Nyra was already waiting.

"Dress her up. You know what to do," Donald said, and Nyra nodded.

"My lady, this way," Nyra gestured and led me through the small corridor that led to my room.

After a while, I stared at my reflection of her ...