Recipe For Disaster

"My lady," the guard bowed respectfully as Islinda approached Prince Aldric's tent.

She pointed towards the entrance, asking, "Is he inside?"

"Yes, my Lady but…. " the guard began, but Islinda didn't wait to hear the rest of his words as she briskly strode into the tent.

Inside, the spacious and opulent interior of Prince Aldric's tent surpassed even her own, befitting his royal status. However, even amidst such opulence, there was no private area for his personal activities. The bathroom was integrated into the tent, lacking any curtain for privacy, unlike Islinda's setup. 

Islinda's eyes widened in disbelief as they landed on Aldric's back – his naked back. He appeared to have just finished bathing and was in the process of drying himself, his face turned away from her, unaware of her intrusion.