She watched him leave the room.
Part of her was disappointed for some odd reason completely beyond her.
He had looked at her like he wanted her - of that there was no doubt - but he didn't.
Perhaps, he didn't. His cause was completely noble.
Claire sniffed herself and acknowledged his effort in bearing her stench.
How could she refuse a warm bath, when that was the very thing she needed?
The chambermaids in the pretty pink gold robes guided her to her room.
Were these the kind of women he had for servants? Each of the women was uniquely beautiful, carrying out their tasks with enviable ease.
Even the way they prepared the bath looked alluring and interesting.
But, she was the center of the spectacle.
Their subtle whispers were about her, of that she was certain.
Finally, the one with long pigtails approached her and asked for her name.
"Claire… Claire Stenly."
They giggled among themselves.
"Such a beautiful name." The one who undressed her murmured behind her.
