Transmigrated into the body of a poisoned queen

Yvonne's POV

"My lady, y…your body is beautiful."

The young maid's voice was barely above a whisper. I whirled around to stare at her. She had her eyes downcast, her face flushed, her ears too, and she was fidgeting.

Does someone have a crush on her queen? I mused, taking a moment to look her over. She was actually really pretty and, if I were being honest, exactly my type when it came to women. But I shook my head, pushing the thought away. She looked too young, it would feel like I was robbing the cradle. I flopped down on the bed.

"You should not be worried, t…that's what I meant, my lady," she continued hastily.

I turned onto my back, staring up at the canopy bed. Then my eyes darted around the room. The maids and mistress of the robe stood on each side of the bed, their faces creased with worry.

I let out a heavy sigh. I just needed to think of the way I had come here, and maybe, just maybe, it could take me back.

Sitting up, I looked at each one of them. "Let's go have that bath," I said.

The young maid raised her eyes tentatively. I forced a smile, and she hesitantly smiled back. Then she stepped forward, guiding me into the private chamber.

The bath chamber was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of lavender and rose. At the center of the room lay a large, sunken stone basin filled with steaming water. The walls were lined with patterned tiles, their colors muted in the candlelight. A small alcove held jars of scented oils and folded linen towels, while a bronze pitcher sat nearby, likely for rinsing.

I inhaled deeply, the warmth of the chamber seeping into my skin.

"Well," I said, glancing at the young maid. "Let's do this?"

She looked at me in confusion, but I knew I had not spoken in English, so why that look?

I didn't care to ask. Before I could dwell on it, more footsteps echoed through the chamber. More maids entered, their heads downcast, carrying various items in their hands.

One held a bronze pitcher, steam rising from its spout, while another carried a shallow bowl filled with crushed herbs and flower petals. A third cradled soft linen cloths, and a fourth held a small jar, the faint scent of jasmine and almond oil wafting from it. They moved with quiet efficiency, setting everything in place.

I let out a breath and stepped forward. The warmth of the bath curled around my skin as I slowly sank into the stone basin, the water rising around me. It was hotter than I expected, but the scent of lavender and rose soothed my nerves.

The young maid from earlier knelt at the edge, dipping a cloth into the water. She hesitated before reaching for my arm, waiting for permission.

I met her gaze and gave a small nod.

She swallowed hard and began to gently scrub my skin. The others followed, working in silent coordination. Warm water cascaded down my shoulders as one of them poured it from a pitcher, while another ran her fingers through my hair, working fragrant oil into my scalp.

I closed my eyes, letting them work. If nothing else, at least this was relaxing.

Their fingers moved with practiced ease, massaging my scalp, scrubbing my skin like I was some delicate doll. Oh, but let me tell you, I didn't mind one bit. Warm water cascaded over my shoulders, the scent of lavender and jasmine filling the air, lulling me into a daze.

Then I heard a soft splash.

My eyes fluttered open to see a very naked, and very gorgeous, maid slipping into the water.

"What's going on?" I muttered under my breath in English as she waded closer. Before I could fully process it, another maid shed her flimsy garment and stepped in, her movements just as graceful. The rest of the maids remained by the edge, heads bowed, holding their jars of oil and scented water.

Two stunning women. In the bath. With me.

What kind of temptation was this?

Before I could say anything, their hands were on me. One pressed a cloth to my chest, scrubbing gently, her fingers grazing my breasts. My heart pounded like a war drum. Another traced the curve of my stomach, sliding lower, too low.

I sucked in a sharp breath as a shiver ran up my spine. Then, suddenly, she stopped.

Her face remained neutral, completely unaware of the havoc she was wreaking on my senses. "My lady, did I hurt you?" she asked, voice laced with concern.

I bit my lip. I should tell her to stop. This wasn't my world. But… When would I ever experience something like this again?

Slowly, I shook my head and reached for her hand, guiding it back between my legs. She gave a small nod and resumed, her touch firm but careful.

Heat coiled in my stomach as I instinctively moved against her touch. The maid at my chest hesitated, but I caught her hand and pressed it to my left breast, urging her to continue. She did.

"My lady, it seems you are enjoying your bath," the maid tending to my hair murmured in German.

I opened my eyes and met her gaze, nodding, though my mind was growing hazy.

Another maid stepped forward, lifting a large jar. She tilted it over the pool, and a milky-white liquid spilled into the water, swirling around us. Was that… milk?

Before I could ask, the maid beside me caressed my thigh, pulling a quiet groan from my lips. "Oh, sweet mother of mercy," I muttered.

Another poured fragrant oil over my skin, her hands smoothing it over my shoulders, my arms, my legs. Every touch sent a ripple of warmth through me.

Just enjoy it for a little while, then you'll escape, I told myself.

No, Yvonne, a voice in my head countered. After this bath, you find a way to leave.

I sighed. Well, either way, this was a memory that would definitely stay with me.

Minutes passed, maybe even hours; I had no idea anymore. But one thing was certain: I had never felt so clean, so relaxed.

When they finally helped me out of the bath, their hands moving over my damp skin as they wrapped me in warm towels, it hit me.

The way out.

Why hadn't I realized it sooner?