A Gentle Touch
“Your Highness, I brought hot water.”
“Thank you, Leta.”
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I carefully dipped my feet into the silver basin.
Ugh.
A small groan slipped out.
Maybe it was because I had been going back and forth between Goldrain and the lakeside so much—my legs were unusually swollen today.
When Leta added rose oil to the water, a faint fragrance rose almost immediately.
“I’ll massage them for you.”
“No.”
I stopped her as she rolled up her sleeves.
“It’s fine. If I soak them a bit, it’ll loosen up. You should go rest now.”
“When Your Highness finishes the foot bath, I’ll prepare your bed—”
“That’s enough! I can dry my own feet. Go on, quickly!”
I practically pushed Leta out of the room.
There were supposed to be scheduled shifts, yet Leta worked from morning till night with no sign of…
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