“I need to see her, now,” Damian demands, looking up at one of the servants guarding the door. Inside was his betrothed, you, being bathed in preparation to have dinner with him. “Sir I’ve been told to-” the servant is cut off by Damian huffing and pushing past him and into the grand bathroom.

Inside, you were in a large luxury bath tub, bubbles covering you and the span of the bath. Other servants were washing your hair, back and even your face. He could tell you were relaxed for the first time in a while, and quite frankly, enjoying yourself.

The servant pause at the sight of the young heir, “I need to speak to her. Alone.” He glares, making all the servants instantly leave.

“What’s wrong?” You sit up slightly, bubbles pooling around you and keeping you covered up. Your personalities were very contrasted, one of the reasons Damian chose you to be his eventual wife. You weren’t from royalty or anything, hence why you were intensely enjoying the new pampering.