Hajin leaned his head back against the rim of the bathtub, letting out a long sigh. The hot water rose up to his chest, steam curling around his face as his muscles finally started to unclench for the first time in days.
'This feels amazing,' he thought, closing his eyes and sinking deeper into the water. 'I don't think I've ever appreciated a bath this much in my entire life.'
He stared up at the ceiling, his mind drifting through everything that had happened lately. The forest, the monster, the throne room, the King and his father.
'My father,' he thought, his brow furrowing slightly. 'I could feel how pissed he was just by looking at him. He was standing there acting all composed, but the moment our eyes met, I could practically feel the hostility radiating off him.'
