Chapter 131: I think the village got some important visitors
The fabric was absurdly soft, like some celestial rabbit had donated its fur for a higher cause. It molded perfectly to her, like it had been personally tailored by an ancient goddess of comfort.
And the scent—heaven help her—the scent was ridiculous. A soft wave of rosewater, honey, and the faintest hint of mint drifted up, making her feel like she’d just walked into a luxury bathhouse designed by woodland elves.
She blinked at the palace wall, dumbfounded. "Is this... aromatherapy for my uterus?"
There was even a faint cooling sensation, like a gentle breeze in springtime that said, You’re still a queen, even when your insides are falling apart.
For a second, she almost forgot she was bleeding.
Almost.
She exhaled deeply, flopped back on her fur pile like a woman reborn, and stared at the ceiling. "Okay, Bubu, I still hate you, but... this is criminally good."
She didn’t care if she was dying. At least let her die clean. And chic.
Isabella stared at the ceiling dramatically, as if waiting for life itself to deliver her a personal butler with a glass of orange juice.
Seriously, where were her attendants? Ophelia? Cyrus? She hadn’t seen either in forever, and it was giving neglect.
And speaking of missing people—where the hell was Kian? And where was Shelia? That girl’s been MIA so long, Isabella half-suspected she got abducted by an angry forest chicken.