Once Oriana entered the mansion, she was welcomed by Xena who offered her gentle smile despite observing Oriana clad in the man’s coat. From the crest on the lapel of the coat, Xena could tell it belonged to Prince of Griven. But, as the well mannered lady she was, she didn’t ask anything.
"Let’s go back to your room and let me help you change your clothes," Xena offered.
Oriana, whose mind was still a mess, didn’t deny the kind gesture of Xena and followed her upstairs towards the guest room.
Xena helped her take the coat away and folded it back neatly. Her gaze didn’t miss the marks on Oriana’s delicate skin and could guess what must have happened.
Oriana was quiet so Xena asked, "Are you alright?"
Oriana was pulled back to her senses and offered a light smile to Xena. "Yes, I am alright. Thank you for the help and trouble you went through because of me, lady Xena."
"Do not mention it," Xena replied and started helping her with removing her dress. "I had asked Eva to prepare a bath for you. Soaking in hot water will help you get rid of tiredness."
"Thank you, Lady Xena."
"I will arrange a night dress for you," Xena informed and walked out of the room after hanging Oriana’s dress on the stand.
As Oriana watched Xena’s retreating back, something came to her mind. She recalled how before getting ready for the ball, Xena and other two female servants served her like they were her maids. Under Xena’s instructions, Eva and Marie prepared a lavish bath for her and even bathed her. They even had a grooming session for her despite Oriana’s reluctance. They were adamant on turning her into a prim proper noble lady. Oriana was aware it was done under Seren’s order.
She could not help but think, ’Why did Queen Seren go to such a length to prepare me for a ball? Was she expecting me to be with a man or with Prince Arlan himself?’
Oriana had so many questions but at the same time she felt like thanking the queen. If not for her, she would have been utterly embarrassed in front of the prince. Being busy in her everyday life’s struggle, Oriana never got the chance to be like a lady and take care of herself. It was the first time she was treated like a lady and all because of Queen Seren.
She went to the bath and sat in the hot water tub, her legs folded in front of her chest and her hands circled her knees. Her mind was filled with the moments she spent with Arlan. She didn’t know what to think of it. Unknown to her she was falling for the man she should not and even if she tried to stop herself, she would end up being pulled towards him. It was difficult.
Oriana realized he was nothing but gentle with her, taking care of her, he was such a good man for any woman but she could not be the one for him.
"My life is a mess. A big mess."
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