The actual walk wasn’t terrible if you were being honest, for whatever reason Alba seemed to know just how much force she could put in before it caused you any problems. It gave you a general sense of safety that you hadn’t felt in a while, so much so that you didn’t notice a freak storm cloud roll in. The rain was so sudden and so harsh you were almost afraid that it was going to squash you, in fact it did drive you down into the mud but the silver haired woman hadn’t stopped holding on to you and dragged you back to the safety of the castle, though it got mud on her cloths in the process as well. Marjorie trailed close behind, the rain kind of seemed like it was ignoring her. You kind of wanted to question what that was about but she looked flustered more about the fact that you and your current date had gotten covered in mud and ran off to get the maids.
“I-I’m sorry about getting you dirty too.” You weren’t sure what to say to Alba still, it was a bit much asking you to choose your own wife at this age.
“Oh don’t worry dear, I’ve been covered in worse in the Holy war. I’m a little hazy on it but I do remember my holy guide being particularly upset about it.” She smiled as Marjorie brought back Bethany, probably the maid you trusted the most. Not that she didn’t have accidents with you every so often but at least she didn’t actively mess with you and hardly ever squashed you herself. You thought about trying to continue your conversation as it might lead you to understanding more about Alba but you decided that getting both of you clean was the priority.
“Bethany, could you draw up baths for myself and lady Alba.” You requested
She demurely curtseyed betraying nothing if she had been surprised by the muddy state on floors she had probably just recently cleaned. “Of course your highness.” She started to turn when Alba spoke up.
“I’d like mine as hot as you can reasonably get it, I’ll be alone in a moment while I direct someone to my spare clothes.” She said sauntering off leaving you to follow Bethany to the bath area. Sometimes you wish that a more magical solution could be made for the baths, of which you were happy to have separate but the servants maintaining the heat for the water was the best you could do.
You were left to change clothes while another maid was likely sent after your new outfit. Bethany’s voice came from the outside. “The baths are ready, your majesty, I’ll retrieve Lady Alba for her’s now.” You relaxed a little, the pressure of dealing with all of the things coming away from you a bit.
“Please do, I’d like some alone time. Inform the Knights and other maids if you would.” You sighted as you approached the door to the bath. You could almost hear as smile on her voice when she responded.
“Of course your majesty.” She said as her heels clicked across the stone outside the little transition room. Usually there would be servants to help you bathe but you were glad they wouldn’t bother you with all you had to think about right that moment.
You walked into the stone room and felt a bit of heat immediately, you wondered if it was just that you had been really could before as you started in and got to the water it was apparent it wasn’t. You touched the water and recoiled, it was practically boiling as far as you were concerned, the finger you used was all droopy like a wet noodle. That was kind of unusual, your baths were typically a consistent temperature. You went to ring the little bell by the bath to tell the servants to turn the heat off and add some cool water but found that you just barely didn’t reach it. Looking down your legs were partially melted into a sort of puddle that was moving with you and your eyes went wide. It was way hotter than you thought it was! You spun around and tried to sprint at the door but your thighs ran into a small shallow basin that you had stepped over before tripping you into it. Your face impacted wood and your legs flew into the air collapsing back on you into the little bucket making the rest of your weight squash you and the heat turned you into a pool of liquid. Rather than continue to face down though your senses sort of blurred together and your sight now stuck out of the top of the bucket.
You were freaking out for a bit but then you realized that you were probably okay, after all nobody should come into the room and eventually they would need to turn the heat down. This small comfort was interrupted as the door opened to reveal a now very nude Alba. She walked towards the bath and tested the water, leaning forward over you giving you a good look at the curve of her ass before she sighed contentedly.
“Ah, just the right temperature.” She grabbed one of your washrags off the side and looked around before here eyes were drawn to your little bucket. “Hmm? What do we have here?”
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