The estate room's bath is carved from a single piece of blue-veined stone and deep enough for two or three people to sit in.
Hot water continuously gushes from the silver beast's mouth, with a few pale purple petals floating on the surface. The steam and floral scent blend together, as if the entire garden has been turned into mist.
He slid into the water, his shoulders and back submerged, leaving only his head resting against the rear edge.
The warmth seeped from his skin into his bones, like countless delicate fingers easing the fatigue accumulated over the days.
He couldn't remember the last time he soaked in hot water with such peace of mind.
The bathroom was very quiet, with only the gentle flow of water and the occasional faint crackle from the fireplace.
Duke soaked for a long time, only getting out once he was fully relaxed, donning the prepared snow-white linen robe.
