Emma began untying the intricate laces of Salviana's gown, her hands moving deftly despite the layers of fabric. "It's always so sweet how eager he is to see you after a long day, milady," she remarked, her voice tinged with affection for the royal couple.
Sarah nodded as she gently wiped Salviana's face with a warm cloth, the faint aroma of lavender filling the air. "You're fortunate, milady. Some lords hardly spare their wives a glance, but Prince Alaric… he dotes on you."
Thalia chimed in from the wardrobe. "It's true! And it's clear how much you care for him too, milady. You both set an example for the rest of us."
Salviana chuckled softly, her cheeks warming at their words. "You flatter me. But yes, Alaric has a way of making the world seem a little less daunting."
