The billowing steam from the warm bath enveloped Hildie, caressing the bare arms of her skin with a gentle touch. Its comforting presence whispered promises of relief, tempting her to surrender to its embrace.
The soft murmur of water cascading from the kettles filled the room. The soothing aroma of citrus and patchouli oil infused the steam, embracing her senses with its calming essence.
As she raised herself from the floor, the tension in her body slowly returned, leaving her distressed. She had to go fetch the young baron for his bath.
With each passing moment, her mind cleared and the decision she had made after the funeral grew stronger - she would bid farewell to Wintershold, leaving it behind for good.
"Ring, ring…Ring, ring…"
The servants' call from Faye's old room sounded. She was sure Aaron was becoming inpatient.
As she wandered cautiously towards the dreaded room, she contemplated on her future.
