Androw stood still as he watched ther servant enter his bathchambers, his brows furrowed. Androw had stopped unbuttoning his shirt to watch in confusion as the servant moved to start his bath.

"What are you doing?"

Androw stupidly blurted. It was obvious what they were doing. But what truly confused Androw was why? None of the servants really tended to him, they all were focused on his wife, Rhaena.

Androw brushed some strands of his flaxen hair out of his face as he stared at the servant with a frown. He half-expected an insult to be thrown at him whilst they drew his bath if he were honest.