"We were so worried when the first prince carried you in here, Saintess," Cynthia sighed, as she poured water over my hair, massaging soap into my scalp.
"I didn't think that that would ever happen," I sighed, relaxing into her touch as Delilah put in more bath salts.
"What did it feel like?" Olive asked, her forest green eyes watching me with curiosity.
"Olive!" Cynthia chastised, but I waved it off.
"It feels like I'm a passenger in my own body. I can only sit back as my voice speaks, as I move, but I have no control."
The three were silent for a moment before Olive spoke.
"That sounds terrifying."
I smiled at the sweet girl. She was the youngest of the three, and only a year older than me. She was naive, but sweet, and felt like a little sister, even if she was older than me
