*Constance*
I sat back in the tub, letting the warm water fall over me, caressing me with its soft touch. I inhaled deeply the fragrant aroma of the soap, the scent of lilacs filling the room. I enjoyed moments like these. They were simple and yet special to me in a way I couldn't quite describe.
Steam rose up into the air, spiraling and swirling as it traveled up.
I heard a nearby door open and shut, followed by Harriet's sweet voice.
“Princess?" she called.
“I'm in here!" I shouted to her. A moment later, the door to the bath chamber opened, and she smiled at me.
“I see you've already drawn your bath."
“Of course I did," I said with a laugh.
“May I come in?" she asked. I nodded, and she walked over to the nearby chair, picking up some soap. “I guess it wouldn't do any good to tel
