Freya‘s pov.

Steam curled in the air as I stepped out of the shower, wrapping myself in a towel softer than anything I had ever owned before. The luxury of my new surroundings was undeniable—every fabric, every scent, every sensation screamed of privilege. It was a far cry from the servant quarters where I had spent my days before Dorian had pulled me into his world once more.

I wasn’t naive. I knew Dorian was playing a game, and I had no intention of being his willing ...