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

The midnight sun leaks in through the open oriel windows of the privy chambers, the city bustling on below as the seemingly never-ending golden hour in the sky paints itself in pink and orange.

"You are not my maid." A silvery voice asked from behind as you turn around, met with the emperor’s piercing gaze and raised brow. His words sound stern but his tone is almost amused, you can practically hear his tongue feathering in his cheek through a smirk with how he speaks. "You do not look old enough to be an emperor's attendant, what is your petition?"