Tess led me into a dimly lit room behind a set of ’frosted’ glass doors. A place with more of their opulent seating arranged in a series of small,
semi-private
alcoves separated by decorative wooden panels.
Gently
gurgling
water features along the walls left an ambient noise in the quiet room where a few other like-robed figures sat quietly. Some sipped from delicate cups or simply rested with closed eyes.
It reminded me of a room that a certain Duke had within his mansion. Though his was filled
only
with the beauties he
collected
as wives.
My
eldest brother
had no desire to be the next monarch, but he took to forming ties with the aristocracy at large and our royal line quite...
enthusiastically
.
"This is our relaxation lounge. It’s designed for transitions between treatments. Please, make yourself comfortable."
"I will."
After sitting in the empty spot she gestured toward, a cushioned seat practically
consumed
me, the woman brought over a cup that looked like the others. I accepted the
fragrant
tea with a grateful nod.
"This tea with honey is particularly good, I believe. Just let the main attendant here know if you need anything else. Alright?"
With a
slow hum
delivered her way, Tess nodded back at me. She was likely used to people being too relaxed to
bother
responding.
"I’ll return in about fifteen minutes to take you to your massage to give time for your skin to rest."
The drink was very soothing, with hints of chamomile and mint that reminded me of the
palace gardens
. The place I was at before
ending up
in this world.
> I used to get in trouble for rolling in patches of
wild mint
on the outskirts of it. The question is are they here to scope me out because they know something, or is this simply a random encounter? Trying to own my space. Are all of the city wolves like this? Vrika, I know I am biased when I call all of you stupid wolves, but one of you is going to have to prove me wrong eventually. Yes, I know. Something is wrong with me. Just take my side even when things go wrong, because I’ll only push more if you keep trying to stop me. Didn’t finish her other sentence and came back in with a lesser bite. See, she’s not so terrifying when she can’t transform! <
And still, Vrika
whines
and holds me back...
Some individuals just have
no concept
of fun.