I woke up with a throbbing sensation in my head, as if a drum was beating relentlessly against my skull. The sunlight streaming through the curtains felt harsh, intensifying my discomfort. Memories of last night flooded back—joyful laughter, the sound of glasses clinking, and the warmth of too much wine swirling in my belly. I muttered to myself, "Why do I keep putting myself through this?" as I groaned and turned over, trying to ease the pain.
With a resigned sigh, I pushed myself off the bed, my feet meeting the chilly floor. A shiver ran through me, but the thought of a hot bath was too tempting to resist.
The bathing chamber awaited, and the thought of warm water my only motivation. From the heat that escaped the bath, it proved that Natasha had only prepared it a short while back.
