89 Smells Like Mom

"My Lady."

"My Lady."

"My Lady..."

Aria walks down the corridor of Josephine's house, and every servant she passes bows respectfully before continuing their way with trays of food and drink.

She barely glances at them and proceeds with swift steps until she reaches the women's restroom, which is also in front of the men's. She quickly enters the spacious restroom and heads straight for the sink, where a large mirror hangs on the wall.

"Siiiiigh..." Aria looks at her reflection in the mirror, a face slightly flushed, sweaty, and excited. "What's wrong with me?!"

She stretches her hand and touches the image of her face in the mirror; the resemblance to her son even makes her own face remind her of Arthur, his devilishly seductive body, his quick and precise movements, the dark glint in his eyes, his brutality toward his enemies...