Every evening the maids of the palace prepared the usual royal bath, and you, married to Arthur had to share it with him. The bath is a huge room. Big and spacious like a sauna, a marble bath carved onto the floor in the middle, filled with warm water. You watched in silence as Arthur came in after a long day taking care of Camelot, stripping down and taking cautious steps in the bath to not slip, a sigh leaving his lips as he sat down onto the stairs of marble, fully in the warm water.