*Evangeline*
As the water laps around me, I think I will be forever spoiled when it comes to bathing. It is simply delicious to be immersed in warm water while snuggling against a man, especially when that man is Claybourne. Fortunately, the tub is large. Legend has it that it was made especially for the men of the family because they tend to be tall and like room to move about. I also suspect that they like not taking baths alone.
We have locked Riverdale in the cellar, with two guards to keep watch. Portions of the library continue to smolder, but the few servants he didn’t send away when we first arrived are keeping watch there as well, putting out any small fires that erupt. It’s strange to suddenly have so few worries, yet I relish the peace. I just wish that Claybourne’s head would
