The Same Preference
Caius stared at the face that smiled as if the spring flowers were blooming in the morning and the winter snow was slightly condensed, and his eyes flickered.
"Good morning, Vera," was Caius' reply.
He stretched out a hand to lightly fix the little girl's slightly messy hair before pulling on a golden rope hanging from the top of the bed. The bell rang. It was light and pleasant to the ears, at least for Venera, like the chime of wind on a silver bell. But for Caius, it was loud and resounding.
Several knocks came to the door.
"Come in," Caius said lightly.
With Caius' assent, servants began filing inside the room to clean Venera up.
It was the start of a new day.
When Venera walked into the bathroom, the little sleepiness left in her was gone as soon as she saw the bathtub made entirely out of gold!
"Wow!"
Venera could not hide her surprise.
How did she not notice this yesterday?