Elin steps inside and bows deeply. "My Lady, let us get going to the Royal Bath Chamber. With the sunrise... the High Sovereign of the Elves will enter the Empire's capital."
Gulp. It is really happening.
I am escorted into the massive, steaming Royal Bath Chamber and immediately subjected to absolute torture in the name of a "simple bath."
They scrub me, wash me, vigorously massage my scalp, and rub expensive scented oils into my skin until I am practically glowing. I don't even have to lift a finger; they just turn me around like a human doll.
Just as they finally finish drying me and are about to slip on the very first, delicate layer of my inner garments, the heavy doors swing open.
Elena sneaks in, and she looks absolutely stunning. The deep violet fabric of her gown flares out around her like a blooming flower, and the intricate silver embroidery catches the light beautifully. She looks exactly like the untouchable, elegant Princess of the Empire she is supposed to be.
