Irina POV
A bubble bath was the answer to many of life's problems, Irina believed.
Reclining in the tub, she felt the water caress her body like a lover. Like Dimitri. And Luc.
Did Dimitri really need to die? But no, he'd insulted her, degraded her, tarnished her honor--all for a human. Luc seemed much more worthy of her affections ...
Yet she couldn't get Dimitri's smile, his touch, and his voice out of her mind.
Focus, Irina. The fate of two kingdoms depends on you, she thought to herself.
Looking at the black-haired black-eyed woman, Mireille, she admired how the lady-in-waiting took care of her. Setting out towels, furnishing her with a glass of wine, chatting to her about anything and everything. She provided amusing and informative tidbits about the court, about the king and queen, and about Lothair's kinsman Father De Sang, who lowered himself to perform a wedding ceremony for Dimitri and that human wh*re.
