202 Dining with the Enemy
Freya stared at the vibrant red evening dress hanging infront of her.
The door locked behind her with a 'click' and she was left alone, standing opposite a steaming hot porcelain bathtub filled to the brim with floral scented hot water and red rose petals that floated on the surface of the milky water.
Freya paused and bit her lip worriedly.
As much as she didn't want to obey Darius' requests, she had to admit that the bath looked tempting.
She had been wearing this same raggedy gown for weeks now, since they left Viridia and a proper bath would be absolute heaven in this cold weather.
She bent down and unlaced her boots, her eyes busily scanning the stone walls, adorned with flickering candelabras, for a peephole of any sorts.
Once satisfied that she was indeed, alone, she loosened the beige ribbon securing the skirt of her gown.