A group of maids wearing pale pink dresses walked in and bowed before her. Astrea pursed her lips and gracefully acknowledged them with a nod. It was bizarre to be in this situation now, even though she was used to royal treatment in her first life.
“My Queen, we received an order to help you bathe,” one of them mumbled, eyes on the floor. She noted they did not look overly confident.
Astrea remembered this place as more cheerful in her first life. Back then, the maids chirped, telling her all the latest gossip, laughing wholeheartedly as they brushed her hair. Now, everything was different. They looked as if they were scared to death.
What did Vidar do to them?
After a long day filled with disasters, a bath was not a bad idea. Besides, she had to kill time before she could act. Howev
