The rest of the morning preparations were a blur—a chaotic dance of luxury and confusion. From struggling to figure out how to turn on the overengineered magical shower, to standing still while servants meticulously brushed his hair and even dressed him, every moment felt unreal.
It was overwhelming for Marcus, who had always been independent and reliable in his past life. Now, he was being babied by a team of servants, many of whom were younger than he'd been at his prime. Their practiced hands worked with mechanical grace, but the sense of being pampered like royalty didn't sit well with him.
Not sure how I feel about this…
He muttered under his breath, trying not to flinch as a male servant carefully combed his hair with unnerving precision.
