••{RHIANNON'S POV}••
I draw in a slow breath as steam curls around me.
The bathwater is warm against my skin, scattered with soft flower petals that drift across the surface with every little movement I make. And the sweet scent of oils and blossoms fills the room, clinging to the air.
While this is relaxing… my mind is anything but.
Ever since I returned from the mountain, I haven't been able to stop thinking about everything Seraphim told me.
But underneath all of that, I feel excitement bubbling in my chest because Seraphim is going to teach me everything he knows.
A shiver runs through me despite the heat of the water.
One of the maids pauses at once.
"Your Majesty?" she asks softly. "Is the water too cold?"
"No," I say, shaking my head slightly. "It's fine."
She nods and continues rinsing my hair.
For another few moments I sit there in the warmth and steam, letting them work in silence. But the more my thoughts circle, the more restless I begin to feel.
