Leonidas POV
After filling the bath with warm water, I carry my Queen into the bathroom. She hasn't said a word and is continuing to chew on her lip. The wheels are turning in her brain, and I worry her thoughts are going to deep, dark places.
I lower her into the water and turn to walk away. "Are you not going to join me?" She calls after me.
A sense of relief washes over me. If she were angry or disappointed, she wouldn't want me to stay. "I thought you would want some privacy."
"Of course not," she offers a weak smile.
I lower myself into the bath, and she inches closer to me. She spins around and rests her back against my chest. It is a stark difference from our first encounter in the bath. It is hard to believe it was only a few days ago.
Alora's hands dance along the top
