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Chapter 2
The next thing Asher knew was that he awoke in a luxurious, unfamiliar room. It was like a dream, as the bed he was lying on was extremely soft with silk sheets. He felt warm and comfortable, as if he had been sleeping peacefully for days. His body ached less compared to what it did before. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around the room. The walls were covered in gold and silver tapestries, and there were many pieces of wooden furniture with intricate designs on them.
He got up from the bed and noticed that he was wearing an unfamiliar blue robe; it looked expensive but didn't suit him at all. He also noticed that his neck still had his necklace, which comforted him somehow. He headed towards the door but stopped when he spotted a mirror hanging on one of the walls. He approached it to take a closer look and gasped in shock when he saw himself reflecting back from the glass surface. The person staring back wasn't him; his skin colour had changed to a lighter tone, and he had become a handsome young man with sharp blue eyes and short black hair.
Asher didn't have time to question what happened as he suddenly heard a knock on the door.
"Young Master, are you awake? Your bath is ready." A gentle voice said.
Somewhat stunned, Asher looked over to the door, pondering whether to answer or not.
"Ah? Young Master, are you there?" The voice asked again, this time sounding a little annoyed.
"Umm, I am here." He decided to answer the door.
"Pardon my intrusion, Young Master. Your bath is ready." A maid in maid attire entered the room.
"Ah, wait, how did you get in here?" He was confused by the situation.
"Your bath is ready, Young Master." The maid ignored his question and answered only the first one.
"Ah, ok. No, I mean, how could I take a bath here? Where am I?" he asked.
Asher suddenly felt a little dizzy; he held his head with both hands and sat on the chair in the room.
"Young Master, what happened?" the maid asked in worry.
"Umm, I am fine." He lied.
The maid kept staring at him for a while before returning to her original position.
"Ah, I am sorry. I am somewhat tired, that is why I forgot to ask you. How do you know me?" Asher asked again.
"Young Master is Asher Blake. You are the only heir of the Blake family, and I am your personal servant, Nadia." The maid said this as she opened the window.
"My surname is... Blake? Why am I called Asher Blake?"
"Young Master, are you really feeling alright?" Nadia looked at him in worry.
"Yes, I am. I was just wondering..." Asher trailed off.
"Hmm, I understand. Please don't force yourself, Young Master. You can ask me anything, and I will answer." Nadia said it gently.
"I see, thank you, umm, Nadia, was it?" Asher thanked the maid.
"No problem, Young Master. Your bath is ready, and breakfast is already prepared. Do you have any other questions?"
"No, not right now." He shook his head.
"Young Master, it is time to take your bath." The maid reminded Asher.
"Ah, yes," he nodded. The maid walked over to him and offered her hand. He took it and stood up.
"This way, master." She guided him out of the room.
The place looked like a castle, and she was guiding him through the hallways until they arrived at the bathhouse. Thick steam emitted from the water in the bath, creating a misty atmosphere and enveloping the room with a comfortable warmth. It was an exquisite room, and the marble flooring added a nice touch to the place.
The maid began removing Asher's robe, which caused him to panic.
"I can take a bath alone!" He shouted, stopping the maid from undressing him.
"Young Master, this is a task a maid does for a master."
"I am fine." He refused, blushing a little.
"But..." the maid frowned.
"Nadia, I said no. You can go now." He ordered, but the maid did not move.
"No, master."
"Sigh.... fine." Asher finally relented.
He got up from the bed and noticed that he was wearing an unfamiliar blue robe; it looked expensive but didn't suit him at all. He also noticed that his neck still had his necklace, which comforted him somehow. He headed towards the door but stopped when he spotted a mirror hanging on one of the walls. He approached it to take a closer look and gasped in shock when he saw himself reflecting back from the glass surface. The person staring back wasn't him; his skin colour had changed to a lighter tone, and he had become a handsome young man with sharp blue eyes and short black hair.
Asher didn't have time to question what happened as he suddenly heard a knock on the door.
"Young Master, are you awake? Your bath is ready." A gentle voice said.
Somewhat stunned, Asher looked over to the door, pondering whether to answer or not.
"Ah? Young Master, are you there?" The voice asked again, this time sounding a little annoyed.
"Umm, I am here." He decided to answer the door.
"Pardon my intrusion, Young Master. Your bath is ready." A maid in maid attire entered the room.
"Ah, wait, how did you get in here?" He was confused by the situation.
"Your bath is ready, Young Master." The maid ignored his question and answered only the first one.
"Ah, ok. No, I mean, how could I take a bath here? Where am I?" he asked.
Asher suddenly felt a little dizzy; he held his head with both hands and sat on the chair in the room.
"Young Master, what happened?" the maid asked in worry.
"Umm, I am fine." He lied.
The maid kept staring at him for a while before returning to her original position.
"Ah, I am sorry. I am somewhat tired, that is why I forgot to ask you. How do you know me?" Asher asked again.
"Young Master is Asher Blake. You are the only heir of the Blake family, and I am your personal servant, Nadia." The maid said this as she opened the window.
"My surname is... Blake? Why am I called Asher Blake?"
"Young Master, are you really feeling alright?" Nadia looked at him in worry.
"Yes, I am. I was just wondering..." Asher trailed off.
"Hmm, I understand. Please don't force yourself, Young Master. You can ask me anything, and I will answer." Nadia said it gently.
"I see, thank you, umm, Nadia, was it?" Asher thanked the maid.
"No problem, Young Master. Your bath is ready, and breakfast is already prepared. Do you have any other questions?"
"No, not right now." He shook his head.
"Young Master, it is time to take your bath." The maid reminded Asher.
"Ah, yes," he nodded. The maid walked over to him and offered her hand. He took it and stood up.
"This way, master." She guided him out of the room.
The place looked like a castle, and she was guiding him through the hallways until they arrived at the bathhouse. Thick steam emitted from the water in the bath, creating a misty atmosphere and enveloping the room with a comfortable warmth. It was an exquisite room, and the marble flooring added a nice touch to the place.
The maid began removing Asher's robe, which caused him to panic.
"I can take a bath alone!" He shouted, stopping the maid from undressing him.
"Young Master, this is a task a maid does for a master."
"I am fine." He refused, blushing a little.
"But..." the maid frowned.
"Nadia, I said no. You can go now." He ordered, but the maid did not move.
"No, master."
"Sigh.... fine." Asher finally relented.
