You pour the lavender and rose petals into the bath along with some vanilla oil before mixing it around and letting the poultice you prepared strain out the leaves, leaving the essence of enchantment.

The sun leaks in through the open window of the opulent bathroom, the city bustling on below as the sky paints itself in pink and orange.

"Who are you, you’re not my maid?" A silvery voice asked from behind as you turn around, met with the emperor’s piercing gaze and raised brow.