Natalia
“Oh. Thank you.” I sat up a little as the maid scurried across the room and set the tray on the small side table next to the bathtub. It smelled sweet and fragrant, like hibiscus flowers. “What kind of tea is it?”
The maid hesitated. With her back already turned to me, I couldn’t see her expression—just the sudden tension in her shoulders.
“Rose hip,” she finally said. “With chamomile. To calm the nerves.”
“That sounds lovely. Thank you.” By the time I had finished speaking, the maid had already left the room. I frowned at her sudden departure, but then shrugged to myself and poured a cup of the tea, figuring the maid was just surprised to walk in on me in the bath.
As soon as I took a sip of the tea, I felt some more of the tension slip away from my body like the tide gently
