TIARA THORNELLS
We were now walking back toward the tent, and compared to earlier, Prince Zatan seemed to be in a much lighter mood. A soft smile tugged at my lips as we followed the path that was covered in a thin layer of snow. Even now, my cheeks were still flushed pink from what we had done earlier, the warmth lingering despite the cold air.
“Your Highness... is there somewhere I can take a bath?” I asked him gently.
“Would you like me to take you to the temporary bathhouse?” he offered.
I nodded immediately. So instead of heading toward the tent, we took a different turn. He led me to the bathhouse. A simple structure surrounded by wooden plank walls. Inside stood a sturdy wooden tub, radiating quiet comfort.
Prince Zatan gave orders to his human knights to fetch water from the
