"Your Majesty, here's what the apothecaries made." Albert brought the wooden box closer to Elora, who had spell books opened in front of her.
Elora looked up with interest. "Open it." she dropped her ink brush and watched Albert open the box.
Her eyes lit up at the sight of the solid soap. 'Finally.'
She snatched the box from the butler and brought it to her nose. She could smell the honey and flora in it. ''Reward them generously,'' Elora ordered, a smile crossing her lips.
Albert bowed, pleasantly surprised at her smile. 'It seems she's very pleased with this thing called soap,' he thought as he left the library.
Elora placed the box on the desk and closed it, rubbing her stiffened neck. A tired sigh escaped her lips.
She had been working hard to create the spell she needed, working harder now to avoid more work later on.
