Daciana's pov.
“Your bath is ready.” Arnou said to me, as he he stood by the bathroom doorway, staring at me with concern. He was standing very still, his eyes boring into mine intently. His lips were pressed together in a thin line of worry.
I scruffed to my feet, making my way to the bathroom.
“Yeah, thanks.” I said softly as I stepped inside, shutting the door behind me. My hands were shaking from nervousness as I undressed, and I took a shaky breath as I slipped out of my clothes.
The room smelled like lavender, the scent felt a bit soothing, as I stepped into the bathtub, which was filled halfway with steaming water. I sighed gratefully, letting myself sink under the hot water.
My body relaxed immediately after I sank down in the tub, letting myself be submerged up to my neck.
