New experience

I hear the bell and hop up to head out when one of the guards stops me and asks.

“Are you going to wear that out? I mean, anything you where is better than this,” he asks, laughing under his breath.

I haven’t given it a passing thought, but I guess they're right. I’m in tattered clothes, and I'm covered in bandages. I step back into my room to see if there is anything I could wear when I know a sleeve poking out of the closet. I open it to see a silk-lined suit made from some of the finest materials. I pic it up to slide on, finding it the finest fitting clothes I have ever had. I step back to admire myself in the silver mirror, but I realize I'm late for dinner now. I poke my head out to see if the guards are still there. Unfortunately, they are.

“I’m going to have to ask you to hold on to the wall or maybe a desk,” I ask calmy even though I almost know they won't listen to me