Mikhailis stepped out of the bath, his hair still damp as he toweled himself dry. He let out a satisfied sigh, the warm water having done wonders to wash away the exhaustion of the previous night. His muscles felt loose, his mind clearer. He paused, then a wry smile curved at his lips. The bath had been anything but relaxing towards the end, thanks to a certain intrusion.
Turns that when he went to take the bath, Lira manipulatively sent the other maids leave early.
He cast a glance back at the bathroom, where Serelith and Lira had insisted on joining him halfway through. It wasn't even a peaceful interruption—the two women had spent the entire time bickering. Lira's sarcasm and Serelith's mischievous remarks had filled the air as they argued over who would "assist" him with his bath. They had been so busy going at each other that they barely even noticed him in the tub.
