THE TITAN HAS FALLEN TO HIS KNEES.
Dorian Mitchell was a king in the world of men. Now, he is nothing but a supplicant at my gates. He arrived at Manderley seeking an end to the crushing weight of his own autonomy. I stripped him of his name, his clothes, and his pride. He is a blank slate for my design.
I will parade him before the elite as my living furniture. He is my study in total submission, a silent ghost.
