Refuse to let him scrub your back.

I shook my head violently, shrinking away from him.

He sighed. "Alright, fine. Leave your back dirty for all I care."

He climbed out of the steaming pool and put on a robe before holding a towel out for me.

Tentatively, I took it, covering myself as I rose from the water.

"You can borrow this until the tailor finishes," he said, throwing me a spare royal blue robe. So I turned around, put it on, and used the towel on my hair. It was much too big for me, but I made do. It was nice to wear clothing again.

He picked up his clothes and left the washroom, with me on my leash in tow.

When we got back, breakfast had been delivered. I went back in my cage to eat, while the Prince sat on his bed. "The tailor will be here at noon. It'll take a few hours-- there are a couple outfits I want him to make for you."

Once the tailor arrived, I stood on a stool and witnessed those outfit ideas the Prince had mentioned. I wore a strip of cloth tied around my breasts and waist as I was meticulously tailored into very specific styles.

One was a flowy, simple white dress. Another, a black skirt and tiny gray shirt. The last one was a silver bra and underwear with lavender embroidery and jewels.

If I didn't have my wrists tied to the ceiling above me, I might've killed him with the pins right then and there.

After dinner, the tailor came back for a minute, having already finished the silver top and bottoms. I turned away from the Prince and put them on.

He nodded, peering into my cage at me. "I like it."

I stared at him. Neither of us said anything as the tailor left.

"They prepared some really good lamb for dinner," he said, grabbing a piece, since I'd only gotten soup. "Try it."

He held out a bite on his hand for me to eat like an animal once more.