The day's activities had been draining for Quentin and Arabelle. That night, they planned to go and rest after taking care of so many things during the day.
Arabelle wore her slightly transparent sleeping pajamas, making her body visible to Quentin's eyes. She had washed herself well, soaking in a bathtub filled with a mixture of water, milk, and fragrant flowers.
It made her skin feel soft, fragrant, and white and looked well-maintained. If it had to be said, Lady Arabelle could probably be called the most beautiful woman in Lanercoast.
Arabelle was already in her chamber, enjoying the night air that blew softly and gently through her wet, reddish hair. Both of Arabelle's eyes were directed forward, watching Calden City filled with light coming from the oil lamps in every person's house.
