Violet
Servants arrived shortly after Rowan left, seven of them, carrying furniture, linens, and a tray of food.
They transformed the bare room into something warm and lived-in while I stood there, dazed and uncertain. I had to eat while they were properly setting the room up, and when I was done, they had even gone ahead to prepare my bath.
And for a disturbing moment, they actually wanted to bathe me but I quickly insisted on taking care of myself.
As they were filling the wardrobe with clothes, they left one for me in the bathing room. The pants were loose and almost looked like a skirt and despite how light the fabric looked. I put it on, along with an airy fitted top that had very loose sleeves. I had to pause in front of the mirror and marvel at how light the clothes felt on my body.
