Delaney was curled up in bed after Ms. Bird had forced her to take a bath. She had fought against it, not because she didn't desperately want to get clean but because baths made her think of her handsome scarred husband.
And she could still call him her husband. They hadn't had word from the King yet.
She remembered the first time she had gone to Vincent and he had been in the tub in their bedroom. He had been so painfully attractive with the drops of water sliding over his tan skin and his jet black hair wet and brushed back off his face. His scars had been a dark red but she didn't care about them as she had before.
After that, baths with Vincent had become something she loved most about being married. She knew he loved them too. All the time they were married they had rarely taken a bath without the other one joining them before it was over.
