The maids come to fetch me, and I follow them towards the room I'll share with Ignis. We don't have a choice now, since everyone knows we're married.
While getting out, I notice how Tobin joins the two men. He bows his head when he sees me.
«Oh, Sir Tobin, you're here as well!» Fernard says.
His voice is light and joyful, just like always, but it seems like there's some hidden respect in his words. So, Tobin did make this journey with Ignis in the past as well.
After the attack in the forest, I understand why travelling alone is not a safe option.
«Yes, milord. I accompanied the couple here,» Tobin replies.
«Oh, sure. I didn't doubt you would!»
Then, the door is closed, and the sound is cut off.
«Please, come this way, my Lady,» the maid says while showing me where to go.
I follow them, and we reach the room I'm supposed to share with Ignis.
«Is this where your young master stays when he comes back home?» I inquire, trying to find out what they think of Ignis. Oh, he's so handsome that I wouldn't be surprised if a maid or two tried kicking it off with him.
I hope they didn't succeed, though.
The maids stop talking all of a sudden, and they stare at each other for a long moment. They seem confused and frightened, so I drop my curiosity and return thinking about what it means to relax.
Somehow, the look they exchange reminds me of the guards in the Palace.
«I've prepared a bath, my Lady,» the older says. She wakes up first and starts running around me. «Let us help you, please.»
While they take the clothes off me and hold my hand while I enter into the tub. The water is at the right temperature, so I sigh and relax.
I just have to remember not to heat the water with magic when it starts cooling down.
While soaking in the aromatic water, I observe the room. It's so impersonal. Just like a guest room.
There's nothing, literally nothing, reminding of him. Are there even clothes in the wardrobe?
Ignis doesn't spend time in his own home, does he? If he didn't leave anything, he has never stayed here for long.
Even before leaving for the capital, he should have left his things here.
Either these things were all thrown away, which is simply cruel, or they have never been here, to begin with.
I sigh, displeased. The maids misunderstand my emotions and stop rubbing my hair. Oh, she was doing just right...
«Am I making some mistake, my Lady?»
«No, I'm content with the way you work. Please, continue a few minutes more.»
She returns to clean my locks, delicately rubbing the tips and applying some scented oil. The other maid pours hot water when it starts cooling down.
She then takes the sponge and starts rubbing my arms and back. She observes my nails before cutting them a bit.
«Does my Lady prefer longer nails?»
«No, I don't,» I say when she wonders how much to shorten them.
In the end, they do their job flawlessly.
Once I'm deemed clean, they help me get out of the bath and dry myself.
«My Lady, we prepared some clothes for you. Do you wish to wear them?»
«Yes, of course. The clothes I brought with me are to be washed.»