GODFREY'S POV.
The room they brought me to was enormous, unlike anything I had ever seen before. The walls were painted in gold, and the furniture gleamed under the light of a crystal chandelier. Despite my weakness, I couldn’t help but admire the room.
The maids led me to a massive bathtub already filled with steaming water. They helped me step in, and as soon as the water touched my wounds, I growled in pain. The sting was sharp, but I bit down hard and endured it. At least I was alive, that was better than dead.
The maids worked gently, their hands moving with care as they cleaned my wounds. I was too tired to care about modesty, and they didn’t seem to mind, they actually seemed to enjoy it, as they giggled among themselves.
When the bath was over, they helped me into fresh c
