"How was your bath, Your Highness?"
"Heavenly. I will never get tired of that bathroom," Florian replied with a small, content sigh as he stepped out, the soft sheen of steam still lingering faintly around him.
His satin pajamas clung gently to his skin, the silken fabric catching the light as he walked, barefoot and finally, finally clean.
His hair, damp and slightly curled at the ends, was pushed back by a simple clip, and his skin had a soft glow from the heat of the bath. For the first time that day, his muscles didn't feel so tight. His body didn't ache from stress.
And most importantly—his mind didn't feel like it was going to shatter from the weight of too many emotions.
Florian had made a choice the moment he stepped into that steaming bath: to forget, at least for now. Forget the suffocating tension with Heinz. Forget the palace politics, the conspiracies, the tests, the expectations.
'I'm too tired to keep caring tonight.'
