Serah's POV
The morning light filtered through the narrow windows of the palace like it had decided to be gentle for once. I was still trying to wrap my head around the sudden shift when maids appeared at my cell door, faces bright and nervous. They unlocked it, their voices soft and respectful. "My lady, Lord Jethro has called for you, please allow us to prepare you." They led me upstairs. I expected more questions or another round of accusations, but instead they took me straight to the bathing chamber.
Warm water steamed in the large copper tub as they helped me undress, poured scented oils into the bath, and washed my hair with careful fingers. It seems I was dreaming when another group of maids brought my son, cleaned him gently, and dressed him in soft white linen embroidered with silver thread. They even bowed to me! I mean actual bows, heads lowered, and voices respectful.
"My lady," one whispered, "Lord Jethro wants to see you when you're ready."
