Evelyn was led to the bathroom to bath. The bathroom was not actually what she expected. It was very tidy, and somewhat luxurious. Why would so much luxury be spent on a house where slaves were kept?
She was grateful for it anyway. She could not imagine herself bathing in a dirty place. She had been in dirt for too long. It was already enough that she had no servants to help her. At least she was free already. She couldn't wait to go back to her father's kingdom.
When she was almost done, she heard a knock on the door, before the door opened and a young girl stepped in holding clothes.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Are you stupid? How dare you barge in without waiting for my response? Do you know that your offence could cost you your life?"
The girl looked confused, as her gaze darted from the door to the lady bathing.
"Who are you?" She asked.
"How dare you ask me that way? I am your queen!" Evelyn's yell echoed all over the bathroom.