Lior followed the maids closely until they led him to a secluded hot bath. The place was breathtaking—an open clearing surrounded by vibrant flowers that swayed gently with the breeze. Golden lamps cast a dim glow around the pool, reflecting off the surface of the steaming water and giving the entire space an ethereal aura. A wooden table nearby held neatly arranged bathing soap, oils, and washcloths. On a rack stood a clean robe, a simple pair of trousers, and a soft shirt. A smaller piece of cloth, clearly meant for drying, hung at the edge of the rack.
The maids bowed politely before leaving him alone, as he had instructed. Though he appreciated their service, Lior wasn't a prince, nor was he accustomed to attendants hovering over him during something as personal as bathing. Even with Sid—who was technically his servant—their relationship had always been more of a friendship. Sid had never truly dressed him like a master's attendant should, and Lior preferred it that way.
