Jiaoying stays submerged under the water for a scarily long time.
She lets the blood wash out of her mouth and skin, but she cannot forget the taste.
It was nauseating.
Jiaoying rose above the water only when it felt like her lungs were going to burst.
She wiped the water out of her face with her hands and stared awkwardly at the two other people in the tub with her.
In hindsight, treating this like a swimming pool may have been a bit odd of her.
"…Sorry. It's a big bathtub." She huffs.
Yari tilts her head. "Is it? I thought it was on the smaller side when Father had it installed."
"Oh, that's right. You're royalty." Solomon grumbles.
Yari pinches his ear. "I'm sorry. Did you say something, Prince of Ashes?"
"I've been living in a boys' dormitory for the past ten years, so I think I have a bit of wiggle room to talk about nobles and their useless pomposity."
"I like nice things. What can I say?" Yari shrugs nonchalantly.
