POV (ABELIA)
The pungent aromatic scent of the lavender and chamomile petals floating around in my warm bathwater was making it hard to keep my eyes open. Yet, each time I thought sleep had found me, I would be jared back awake by a pair of cautious, but malicious, hands dragging a soapy sponge across every part of my very vulnerable and exposed body.
"Is the water to your liking, my Lady?" A rosy-cheeked maid said, causing a shiver to go down my spine, as she scrubbed every bit of grime and debris that clung to me away. Turning the once clear water into a murky brown. However, due to the tub being a dark wooden basin, it was hard to tell exactly what color the liquid had taken.
"It's perfect." I said with a smile, trying to hide my disgust at how utterly unhygienic the whole experienc
