Married To Darkness

Emma began untying the intricate laces of Salviana’s gown, her hands moving deftly despite the layers of fabric. "It’s always so sweet how eager he is to see you after a long day, milady," she remarked, her voice tinged with affection for the royal couple.

Sarah nodded as she gently wiped Salviana’s face with a warm cloth, the faint aroma of lavender filling the air. "You’re fortunate, milady. Some lords hardly spare their wives a glance, but Prince Alaric... he dotes on you."

Thalia chimed in from the wardrobe. "It’s true! And it’s clear how much you care for him too, milady. You both set an example for the rest of us."

Salviana chuckled softly, her cheeks warming at their words. "You flatter me. But yes, Alaric has a way of making the world seem a little less daunting."

As the maids worked, they seamlessly transitioned from one task to the next. Emma folded the rain-soaked gown and handed it off to be cleaned, while Thalia pinned Salviana’s hair into an elegant twist, leaving soft tendrils to frame her face.

Sarah smoothed a nourishing cream over Salviana’s hands, the chill from the rain banished entirely by the time they finished.

The final touch was the gown Thalia had prepared—a deep emerald piece that complemented Salviana’s complexion perfectly. Emma fastened the delicate clasps at the back, stepping back to admire their work.

"There," Sarah said with a satisfied smile. "You’re ready, milady."

Salviana rose from her seat, glancing at her reflection in the mirror. She looked poised and composed, every detail immaculate. But more than that, she felt ready—to greet Alaric, to share an evening together, and to face whatever challenges tomorrow might bring.