"Step in with me, Bianca."

The girl with black hair flowing down her shoulders, stares bleakly at the prince who has water dripping down the sides of his face. Her eyes subconsciously drop down to the rose petals dancing at the surface of the water. Her eyes are on the surface, but her mind has wondered below it.

She shakes her head in refusal.

"That's an order from the Prince, Bianca." His voice sounds coarse. "Get in."

The heat from the tub fills the washroom, and Bianca starts to feel her skin drip in sweat. "Y-young master. I w-would quickly get you water from the Well." She immediately spins around...