Technology had erased the need for any servant's help to prepare baths. Baths needed no one to draw water for them anymore, nor to prepare them to the high standards of nobility. So, the noble Princess did not wait for her maid to make any preparations.
Still, despite the order she had just given, the room remained silent, save for the soft sounds of the elegant steps of her bare feet. She walked with an unbothered cat gait, her dark hair waving beautifully behind her to the swaying rhythm of her hips. Her steps were slow, and her face was calm, without any displeasure, as she reached her destination.
It seemed that the silence after the order was expected and had been anticipated.
The blue-haired maid, knowing the temper and the habits of her master, waited, letting the latter enjoy the silence. Only when Princess Darcina had settled within the warm and relaxing comfort of the bath did the maid raise her head and walk forward with short, controlled steps.
