Chapter 95: The Prince’s Bath
After walking through the door next to the adjoined room for his clothes, the entryway led to two glass double doors that were misted over to still give the prince privacy. With Arawn’s hand still holding hers, he gently pulled her behind him before he pushed the doors open. Evanna blinked her eyes and gasped; her hand went to her mouth at what she saw before her.
The bathroom was something so magical that Evanna thought she was still asleep and this was a dream. It was in the shape of a hexagon, and three of the sides were of clear glass. The only parts not showing the light glows from the villages in the distance were from three white pillars in between each window that met in the middle of the transparent ceiling. Evanna frowned slightly, as she knew how much they seemed to adore open tops, but she understood the necessity.
In her world, a closed top ceiling was normal. Here, it was only used for extra safety and privacy. A bathroom would be the most accessible place for an assassination, especially one as luxurious as this; Evanna’s guard was already down after feeling relaxed from looking at it. But the walls and the ceiling weren’t even the most fantastic part.
Evanna stepped forwards onto the light cream tiled floors with gold splatters on. Her eyes landed on the main feature of the bathroom. Almost squealing in delight at the size of the bath.
The size of it filled up most of the bathroom and had steps leading down into it, making it seem as though you could go swimming in the water. There was a faucet the size of a door sticking out at one end that was still pouring water into the tub.
But what made Evanna unknowingly clasp the prince’s hand was from the wonderment on her features at what lies within the bath. There was a white tree sprouting out from the depths of the water and growing tall to the glass ceiling. It almost seemed to glow, and Evanna was entranced by it.
"Why do you have a tree in the bath?" She whispered, breaking the comfortable silence. For some unknown reason, she didn’t want to raise her voice in front of the tree. It was stupid, but she could feel the power radiating off it from where she stood.
Arawn chuckled, "Why not?"
"So, it doesn’t have mystical powers or anything?" She asked in her hushed tone of voice.