The palace's bath was straight-up majestic.
Stone, marble, and magical items blended to create a basin so vast Liam could have easily mistaken it for a lake. Its waters were warm and cozy, even cleansing fatigue from his very soul.
If Amber had told Liam that the bath was a recovery-oriented item, he would have believed her.
Liam took his sweet time washing himself, though mostly out of necessity. Grace wasn't with him, and he wasn't the type to indulge in such pleasures alone. Yet, the vile perfume was no easy opponent, requiring plenty of scrubbing to remove.
Everything was ready by the time Liam donned his black robe with blood-red floral patterns on his sleeve and did the hairstyle Grace had taught him. Amber picked him up, leading him to the palace's entrance, a crowd already sitting at the stone staircase's base.
