The evening turned out to be especially calm, usually the castle was teeming with conversations of maids and guards, but not this time.The maid brought you a glass of wine and left.

A huge marble bathtub stood in your chambers, and a fireplace and candles filled the room with a subdued light. The smell of wood crackling in the fire, aromatic oil and candles involuntarily excited, and the hot water and steam in the air clouded my mind even more.

The burgundy liquid in the glass reflected your face as you took it and drank it in one gulp. The pleasant sweetness burned your throat and spread through your blood. A tempting shudder tightened stomach.

You didn't hear how the door carefully opened and a young man entered, with the same eyes as yours. He knelt down next to the bathtub. He leaned his back against the bathtub and the back of his head touched yours, he did this every night, he just came and talked. Linden.