Eirik stood nervously at the edge of the marble tub, his breath catching in his throat as he gazed at the steaming water infused with rose petals and herbs. The bathroom was filled with a soft, floral fragrance, creating an almost dreamlike atmosphere. Candlelight flickered on the walls, casting gentle shadows that danced around the room, adding to the sense of intimacy.
Eirik shivered slightly as the servants approached, their expressions respectful but determined.
The servants, dressed in elegant robes of deep blue, approached Eirik with reverence. Each movement was precise and graceful, a practiced dance of service that had been passed down through generations.
