Chun Hei sat in her sitting room, and stared out the window. The sitting room was gorgeous, but then again, so was every other godd*mn room that belonged to Chun Hei. The floors were so perfectly polished they reflected things like a mirror. The walls were painted soft, gentle colors that put you in a peaceful state of mind. All the furniture was silk and carved wood; nothing cheap around here. Overall, Chun Hei's quarters were elegantly beautiful. Many woman would kill to have even ONE room in their house that was half as nice as the countless rooms that belonged to Chun Hei.
And she hated every single one of them. Chun Hei would have given all this up in a heartbeat just to have her freedom back. She could gladly have given up everything she owned just to be the witch's daughter Chun Hei again. Not Fire Lady Chun Hei. But she hadn't been offered that choice. Sighing, Chun Hei started down out her window without seeing anything. After all, what was there to see?
