I finally rose from the cooled bath water with a quiet sigh and stood motionless at the edge of the tub for a moment, before finally reaching for the towel that was on the side chair.
Finally, since I had been shooing this red-haired witch of servants out whenever I went to bathe for a few days, I had my peace.
For weeks, three or even four servants had been with me whenever I went to bathe. It was as uncomfortable as it was nerve-wracking. Especially when I had reduced the number of people accompanying me to the bathroom over time. It was also the third time I had been able to sit here in complete silence.
My instructions that the bath water should be especially hot since then was noted with skepticism. Despite this, the witch, who insisted still to prepare everything, had no other option and had to follow my instruction.
"Who's going to believe her when I claim she scalded me?", I cooed softly as I now stepped out of the bathtub after drying myself roughly. The soft fabric of the towel found its place around my body in the next moment.
Moreover, so that no one would be aware of the state of my skin, I insisted on dressing myself.
However, the red-haired witch was stubbornly in the bedroom during this, which she insisted on. I was only too happy to comply with this condition.
I still remembered her well. It had often been her who had assisted my mother. Of course only outwardly. Rebecca Maranes.
I hated her.
I hated her so much.
For me, she was just as guilty as Morgiana and the rest of the Battenbergs, but who was I kidding?
I despised every single person in this mansion.
This hatred and disgust will never go away either. After all, it was easy to forgive when you were affected yourself, and my mother had the strength not to hate. I, however, did not.
For that reason, I would continue to hate her. Hate them and make them pay for what they did to us for two lifetimes.My brother in particular, who washed their hands of the whole time.
I was especially annoyed by my brothers, who washed their hands during all that time in pretended innocence.
I could not remember a single moment when they treated our mother according to her position or role. It was easy for them to choose the side of the duke who showered them with love and attention.
From a very early age, they had no relation with our mother because it was stopped. I was a necessary sacrifice that was accepted willfully and without any other feelings or thoughts.
The excuse that they were only children had no more value at the latest now. For this reason they remained silent. For this reason they kept silent on every subject related to our mother. Her past and existence was simply ignored and should be forgotten.
Hypocrites.
Narcissists.
Liars.
Cowards.
How I despised them. How I despised them all.