ZATAN VLADERION
I had my own chambermaids assigned to take care of my needs during my stay in this castle. They are well-trained and efficient. Everything was supposed to be handled without unnecessary interaction. But that evening, instead of one of my usual servants, she walked into the bathhouse.
The mortal named Tiara.
The moment she stepped inside, I knew she wasn’t meant to be there. And yet, I didn’t send her away. I should have. It would’ve been the proper thing to do. But instead, I let her stay.
I ordered her to remove my royal gear.
She approached with quiet composure. Her hands were soft, careful as they began unfastening the armor and layered garments that weighed down on my shoulders. She moved with grace and nothing clumsy, nothing rushed. And while she worked, my eyes
