Katherine was nervous about entering into the bath house. According to the rules of nobility, a high born would never enter such a place. She was tired of courtly life. Her husband, king Malcom had brought her from the neighboring kingdom of De’Tsar on a mission of a possible alliance. She hates these trips!! Especially, since her husband had a taste for younger flesh. She hated Malcom, but without her title as queen, he would....she didn’t want to think about it.<br/><br/>She had allowed The strange attendant scrub her back. He had a look that was...sly and almost uncomfortable yet....She couldn’t put her finger on it. She had a feeling she would be seeing more of him. She stopped near the edge of the hot spring baths and looked around. She felt exposed.  She concentrated and made sure the simple glamor that hid her identity was in place. It only hid her face though, making her look unremarkable. Her body was still visibly lush, full hips and gravity defying breasts and long red hair. She looked around the bath house and only saw the attendant. She took a deep breath, handed the attendant her robe and stepped into the steaming bath.<br/><br/>The steaming hot water enveloped her sore and tired body. She wanted a massage, but was afraid to ask the attendant. Knowing her luck she would get some creepy guy or something or maybe an orc that would break her back. She leaned back and stared at architecture and let the warmth of the water and the healing salts work their Majic. She closed her eyes and just let her mind drift. She thought she heard footsteps, but refused to open her eyes. It was a girls only part here anyway. Maybe she would make a friend.