Cyrus had tried everything. After their encounter in the prison, he had set his mind to breaking through the invisible barrier surrounding Phoenix. He believed that she might find a reason to live again if she were given every luxury imaginable to mankind.
Her room was a masterpiece of luxury, with towering ceilings and intricate carvings, walls painted in soft shades of gold and silver, and furniture crafted from the finest woods. At its centre stood a queen-sized bed draped in silk and adorned with cushions stuffed with rare feathers.
Every meal presented to her was a feast fit for royalty. Platters overflowing with roasted meats, exotic fruits, pastries dusted with gold, and wine from the rarest vineyards were brought to her three times a day.
