Elizabeth's POV
The irony could not have been better. I never imagined falling in love with my greatest enemy and the murderer of my parents. I couldn't imagine why I had allowed myself to fall deeply with someone that I came to revenge against. I sigh as I remember how he bath me earlier, holding me like I was a fragile glass.
I stood up and shaked my body. If my revenge plans were to work, then I needed to focus. Any distraction was detrimental to my plans.
I also needed to get in contact with Lance and tell him about my plans. I know he will be worried sick about me, but I allowed my pride get to me after he got me angry.
'Use the vanilla oil this time,' Lizzy said to the two maidens preparing my bath. 'Why vanilla?' I asked while removing my clothes to enter the tub.
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