Mirabella blinked at the king, her gaze moving down to the kerchief she was holding in her hands. The piece of cloth indeed looked soft and shiny, not to mention the golden thread woven into a wing-like structure in the corner.
But did he have to ask immediately to return it?
"My majesty, can I return it after washing it?" she requested, knowing that the king, who refused to allow her sweat to fall on the floor, would definitely be disgusted with the sweat all over his kerchief.
"I have maids for that, but if you wish to be one of them, I will be glad to arrange it. The one who assisted me in bathing passed away a few months ago," Eros suggested with a smile.
Mirabella pursed her lips. Even though she would have nothing to do for the month in Dusthaven, she would definitely not be a maid in the castle and certainly not the one who helped him bathe.
