Anastasha sighed as she closed her eyes, feeling the hot water take over her nervous system. She tried to feel the warmth of the hot spring, but no matter how hot the water was, the coldness of her father's gaze and words had pierced through her bones. When her eyes fluttered open, the steam had filled the great bath, and the red sky painted the horizon.
"More..." Anastasha muttered.
A maid approached Anastasha and she immediately bowed down to the point her forehead hit the ground.
"My Lady, the water is already boiling..." The maid muttered. "If we put more hot stones into the water, your skin will be damaged and it's going to be harmful for your well-being."
"Don't make me repeat myself..." Anastasha glanced at the maid, but then her vision went blurry for a split second until she felt hotness coming down to her lips. "Just leave..." She ordered as her hand reached her lips to find blood coming out of her nose.
