Psyche's POV
As I awoke, my head felt heavy—like a certain hungover from a party I couldn't recall. I rubbed my eyes and took a look around. The bedroom was adorned with pearls and jewels, and the large window in front made me feel like royalty.
Amidst reminiscing about the past episode, somebody came inside the room. I furrowed my brows in confusion while watching two women in their servant's uniform open the drapery, making me squint my eyes because of the blinding light.
"Who are you?"
"We will be your personal servants, lady Psyche," one of them replied.
My head was vacant, and I couldn't process or think logically. Worse, the woman's response confused me even more.
"Where am I?"
They exchanged puzzled looks, as if I had asked an obvious question. But even before they could prov
