Khaterine sat silently as the maids led her back to her chambers, her mind clouded with confusion and despair.
She could barely process the decision she had just made, the weight of it pressing down on her chest like an iron chain.
Richmond was alive, but at what cost? She had bound herself to Devetrinthon, to Zephyrion, without knowing what her future held.
The soft sound of water pouring into the large, ornate bathtub barely registered in her ears.
She let the maids undress her, their veiled faces offering no comfort, their hands mechanical as they prepared her for the bath.
The warm water enveloped her body, but it did little to soothe the turmoil within her. Her thoughts raced endlessly. Would Richmond truly be free? Could she trust Zephyrion's word?
The images of Richmond's battered body haunted her, making her chest tighten with sorrow.
She barely noticed when the maids finished bathing her, dried her off, and dressed her in a delicate nightgown of soft silk.
