Sophia had promised Claude that he could visit her chambers anytime he wanted—but she never expected him to come so soon.
Now, she found herself submerged in a scented bath, her body enveloped in warm water as the maids busily tended to her, scrubbing her skin with the finest oils and lotions.
The rich fragrance clung to her, making her skin impossibly soft—like silk.
Her heart pounded wildly, and she did her best to stay composed, but the words of one of her most trusted maids, Sera, only made things worse.
"Lady Sophia, you're truly fortunate to receive His Majesty's attention so soon! Be at your best, and perhaps you'll even give him an heir."
Sophia let out a breath before sinking further into the bath, until only half her face remained above water, bubbles slipping past her lips as nerves overtook her.
"Right?" another young maid chimed in enthusiastically.
"We must work extra hard to make sure you're at your most beautiful tonight so His Majesty is satisfied!"
