Chapter 135: The Bath
As Rhaegar carried Lorelai in his arms through the shaded meadow, the princess felt an overwhelming rush of emotions.
She had always believed Erelith to be one of the most beautiful kingdoms, with its vibrant orchards and lush, blossoming gardens. But now, surrounded by the breathtaking splendor of this untouched wilderness, she realized her perspective had shifted entirely.
If the meadow, so distant from the kingdom’s capital, was this enchanting, then what marvels awaited her in the king’s palace?
When they finally reached the hot stream, Lorelai let out a soft, awe-filled gasp.
Rhaegar’s description had painted a vivid picture in her mind, but seeing it in person was something else entirely. It was as though the scene before her had been pulled straight from a fairytale, too magical and surreal to exist in reality.
Perhaps I’m being too emotional after so much time spent in the dark... but this? This is truly extraordinary. I think I could spend an entire day here and still not grow tired of it.
Nestled beneath the protective canopy of towering trees, the hot stream shimmered invitingly. Wisps of steam curled lazily above its surface, and delicate pink flower petals floated along the water like tiny boats drifting without a care.
Without speaking, Lorelai followed Rhaegar’s silent guidance. She let the robe slip from her shoulders, the soft fabric pooling at her feet as she revealed her pale, porcelain-like skin to the dappled sunlight filtering through the leafy canopy above.
Like a child discovering something wondrous for the first time, she stepped cautiously into the warm water. The heat embraced her immediately, soothing her body and soul. She crouched down, carefully searching for the perfect spot to sit and bask in the comforting warmth of the stream.