Ilona closed the door to her bedroom and leaned against it with a sigh. Finally, she had escaped. All night she had felt like a she had been under attack from everyone. Even now, closed in her room, she was sure cruel words about her were still flying around the estate as word spread that she had lost Isaac and Willow.
Pushing herself from the door, she was relieved to see her father's servants had remembered her ritual and had a bath waiting for her. The first thing she liked to do after returning from a long voyage was give her hair a good washing and scrub away the sea salt and dirt from her body.
She peeled off all her clothes, dropping them in a pile on the floor before stepping into the steaming water.
