Hazily, Murkato made her way to her room. Not the room, her room. Though she had left her father's house years ago, her room was still there. It was kept clean, likely, but Murkato still needed the bedsheets and whatnot to be changed.
She wanted to ask a servant to prepare it for her, but for some reason, no one was around. Sighing, she trudged on, resolving to do it herself. She grabbed a candlestand from the wall and walked on.
'Ah… I want a bath, too…'
It was a tempting idea. Very much so. However, Murkato really didn't have the strength to draw water, heat it, and prepare the bath. So, despite probably smelling like a dead dog, she decided to just sleep.
At this point, it felt like sleeping inside a proper bed would be an admirable feat. She was just so tired.
She entered her room… and heard the sound of water splashing from her bathroom.
'Did father send someone?'