But they had just returned to the room when Rymora immediately crossed over to the table, grabbing a piece of paper and a pen.
"Behave! If you please King Zyren, you'll have anything you want," she scribbled, then handed it to Aria, who only glanced at it while undressing.
Rather than step into the tub, Aria chose to wipe herself down with a cloth warmed by steam, as if trying to keep some control over the body that felt more and more like it didn't belong to her.
Rymora, still frowning, grabbed the paper again and wrote more quickly this time.
"Do you know the rumors about you? Some are calling you a dead corpse walking."
She smoothed the paper out on the bed where Aria couldn't ignore it if she tried. But once again, Aria gave it only a fleeting look before turning her gaze back to the mirror.
