"Where is she?" Marcos' deep baritone-like voice wafted around his large, majestic chamber.

His ear, slightly raised subconsciously in expectation of the maid's answer.

"She's in her chambers, your majesty." The maid answered with a bow.

In a slight surprise, he let it slide, his busy hands concealing his expression with frost.

"She didn't make a fuss anymore." He said, his voice cold, as he picked up his face towel from the bed.

Wiping his face, he heard the maid's voice.

"No, Your Highness, after you left, she was attended to by Mrs. B."

He chuckled, "I knew it had something to do with her." He sighed, the little flicker...