Definitely, it had nothing to do with the antibacterial, for the substance could only keep a body for a circadian, and then the amaranth's unfading scent won't even be stringent enough to defeat a decaying stench.
But it had been days, and the lifeless body, which was supposedly meant to be cold, and naturally corrode, had surpassed biology theories, to preternaturally accustom itself to a lively warmness, maintain its glow and smoothness and additionally, take up the alluring hyacinth fragrance she would daily wash her with.
Then, Margaret had informed the Prince of the strange development, but asides his hands making a brief pause, he revealed no other emotions. He maintained his usual indifference.
Margaret had only one suspicion. Sorcery!
It wasn't unknown in the empire that the emperor's first son wielded destructive abilities of black magic. Certainly, the man had a hand in the girl's situation.
