Chapter 29. Humiliated as Entertainment

Eir’s POV

I buried my face in a pillow and cried. No, screamed as loud as I could while the tears stained the pillowcase. I’ve never felt so humiliated, so on display like tonight. I was a dressed-up mare at the market!

The old lady who dressed me was in the room all night, keeping an eye on me with two other servants. They stood against the wall, like they were just decorations, while we ate, drank, and discussed what could be changed with me and how much effort it would cost them. My skin was touched and smelled. I was turned around and studied from all angles. What I ate, how much, and how I ate it. How I held my glass wrong, the sips I took too big. My hair too dry, my skin too pale, and my eyes dull. I seemed uneducated, thin, and had a temper. My ass too flat, I’m a little too short, and my breasts could be bigger.

Anger, hatred, and self-loathing swirled in my stomach like I was going to be sick. I never cared about what others thought of me