After returning to his room to find freshly laundered clothes, Rían moved quickly to clean himself with a decent sponge bath. Although a real bath would have been ideal, the chambermaids had left a small basin of scented water, which was still lukewarm despite how late he had been to wash up and dress that morning. If Rory hadn’t been tapping his foot to keep him moving, Rían knew he would have spent a few more minutes cleaning up. The chambermaids had perfumed the water with lavender and it had been driving his senses wild.
Perhaps it was a coincidence.
Or perhaps it was a sign that things would go well at breakfast?
Even so, just thinking about talking to Jenaveve had his fingers shaking far too much to manage buckling his boots and coat. Finally, Rory batted his hands away, stepping
