"Where are Lily, Anne, and Emily?" I asked, my voice tinged with concern.
The maid glanced at me but didn't respond. Instead, they seized my hand and began to pull me toward the bathhouse. Startled, I struggled against their grip, panic rising within me. "Where are you taking me? Let go!" I shouted, but my pleas fell on deaf ears.
With a firm grip, one of them urged, "Lady Amara, please don't resist. If you get hurt, the King will hold us accountable."
My heart raced as I tried to break free, but these seemingly frail maids possessed an unexpected strength. Despite my struggles, they continued to drag me toward the bathhouse. They quickly stripped away my simple tunic and pushed me into the warm, inviting pool, initiating my bath against my will. Realizing that resisting would yield no answers from them, I reluctantly stopped fighting and allowed them to carry out their task.
