The maids returned with the prepared bathwater, and under Gabriel's guidance, they delicately attended to Miss Lambert.
The warmth of the water seemed to coax a sense of life back into her, and the maids couldn't help but marvel at the ethereal beauty of their new mistress.
As the bath continued, a soft murmur escaped Liz's lips, a sign that she was slowly returning to consciousness.
Gabriel, attuned to every nuance, spoke soothing words, reassuring her that she was safe. "Rest easy, Liz. You're in the sanctuary of my castle. Nothing will harm you here," he whispered, his voice a gentle melody in the quiet chamber.
The scene unfolded like a carefully orchestrated dance, each movement contributing to the unspoken connection between master and servant. "You've been through an extraordinary ordeal, but you're safe now," Gabriel continued, his words a balm to the lingering traces of fear that clung to Liz's subconscious.
