The floor was mercilessly cold beneath his bare feet as he stepped away from the bed, the plush carpet giving way to the unforgiving bite of polished marble as he approached the private bathroom.
He pushed open the heavy door, stepping into a space that felt more like a temple than a lavatory. The bathroom was cavernous, larger than most of the cramped apartments he had inhabited during his previous life, back when his only concern was where his next meal would come from.
The floor was white marble, veined with streaks of slate grey so intricate they looked like frozen lightning. It was cold and biting, almost a sharp contrast to the feverish heat that had still been clinging to his skin from the night's exertions.
A massive basin carved from a single block of stone stood beneath a mirror that stretched toward the ceiling, its dark wood frame intricately carved with celestial patterns that seemed to writhe in the dim light.
