The bathing chamber was filled with the gentle sound of water lapping against the sides of the large wooden tub.
Steam rose in slow, curling tendrils from the surface of the hot water, carrying the faint, soothing scent of medicinal herbs that the castle servants had added.
Brandon sat inside the tub, leaning back against the smooth, curved wood with a long, deeply satisfied sigh.
He closed his eyes for a moment, letting his head rest against the rim of the tub.
'Well, today's dungeon raid was a success.'
A soft breath escaped his lips as he sank a little deeper into the water, 'It felt like a normal dungeon raid I used to do with Naevora.'
The memory brought a quiet wave of nostalgia.
'Damn, I miss teasing Naevora.'
He opened his eyes and stared at the steam rising from the water, watching it curl and dissipate toward the ceiling.
'Feels weird sitting alone in a bathtub like this…'
Because he was used to the weight of one of his wives' bodies leaning against him.
