At last, they reached the prince's old chamber—which maybe through faith in the miraculous, the king had been assigning people to maintain all these years even when the prince was in confinement.
Halden stepped forward and gently pushed them open. Warm lamplight glowed inside, bathing the space in gold. Aedric blinked, unsure, but Grace squeezed his hand once more.
"This is your chamber. Do you like it?"
Aedric didn't have much thought about the place. As long as Grace was with him, he didn't mind where he was. But he nodded all the same.
Aedric crossed the threshold with Grace's support. His movements were slow but steady as Grace led him to a plush blue velvet couch.
"Sit here while I prepare the bath for you, okay?"
"Yes."
Once he was seated, Grace proceeded to the adjoining bathroom to prepare the bath with the warm water already drawn earlier at the king's order. Steam curled up in delicate spirals. You can go in now.
