"In 1239, there was a girl of royal blood. According to an ancient legend, she was the most beautiful..."
Listening to that utterly off-key song, Georgiana opened her eyes.
Napoleoni's singing was highly distinctive; it was hard not to recognize it. Clearly, besides having no talent for housework, he was lacking in this area as well.
She pressed a pillow over her ears, hoping to block out the awful singing. Later, she realized it was futile, so she tossed the pillow aside and put on the silk dressing gown beside the bed.
Perhaps she could not stop him from occupying Valais, but she felt she could at least try to stop him from continuing to sing, if only to save everyone's hearing.
"For God's sake, can you stop singing?" she shouted through the door. To her surprise, the singing actually stopped.
She found that strangely unsettling. Tiptoeing over, she opened the door a crack and peered inside. Napoleoni was taking a bath, while Chaptal, the Minister of the Interior, and a Rouen official stood beside the tub.
"You may leave," Leon said to the two men.
The two of them backed out.
"Come in," Leon said after they had gone, scooping water over himself as he spoke.
Georgiana pushed open the door and entered.
"Scrub my back."
"I don't groom donkeys." She folded her arms and refused flatly.
"Then bathe with me." He was in an excellent mood.
"Won't your valet suddenly rush in to scrub your back?" she retorted.
In response, he scooped up bathwater and splashed it at her. Georgiana hurriedly shielded her face with her hands and shrieked, but she was still drenched.
"Hahaha." He laughed wickedly, like a child playing in a bathtub.
Georgiana was furious and wanted to grab something nearby and hit him with