"I have always wondered how you wash that hair of yours, Queen Adel. Now I know how."
The waters were raging, and yet flowing smoothly at the same time. One could get lost in the noise inside the bathhouse, quite literally. It felt as if one's senses were being drowned, as everywhere you looked, there will be something that catches your eye.
The fog that filled the air, the pool of water that was endlessly flowing, the white marbled pillars and floor; but most importantly, the Queen that stood at the very center of this all. The strands of her long golden hair, floating on the clear waters which seemed to wash away every impurity in the world.
The expression of disgust and disdain the queen had on her face, however, the water was not able to clean away.
"Get out… now," the queen only whispered, and yet her words drowned all the noise in the marbled bathhouse, "I am not going to ask again, get out."
