Olga sat at the edge of her bed, shoulders slumped with exhaustion yet eyes alert with anticipation. The soft glow of candles cast long shadows across her lavish chambers. The moment she sighed, two servants appeared as if summoned by her breath alone.
"Your bath is ready, Your Majesty," one said softly, her eyes downcast.
The servants led her across the plush carpet to where a porcelain tub waited, filled with steaming water. Rose petals floated on the surface, their sweet scent filling the air. With practiced hands, they helped her undress and eased her into the bath.
"The water temperature is to your liking, Your Majesty?" asked the younger servant, nervously adjusting a towel.
"It's fine," Olga murmured, letting her fingertips disturb the rose petals.
