The Cursed Tableware

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Rin's (or your) POV

I groan softly as the warm sunlight hits my face. Snuggling my face into the covers, my hand reaches out to meet an empty bed.

"Ugh, my back hurts," I groan, sitting up to find myself in a fancy hotel. The first thing my eyes landed on was a group of heart-shaped candles on the table before me, with a piece of paper placed between them.

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Something like this ;)

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Forcing myself off the warmth of the bed sheets, I approach the candles taking a closer look at the note left behind.

I hate to leave you alone gorgeous but the boss is calling. To make it up to My Queen, I've prepared a nice warm bath for you along with a delicious breakfast~~

I love you~~

- Sanzu

"Bath?" I questioned as I made my way to the bathroom to see a cozy bubble bath covered in rose petals. Hovering over the bubbles was a simple silver tray with some deserts along with what appears to be either wine or juice. A massive window stood next to it, showing the beautiful sunrise as the rays created shimmers against the silver faucets.

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What the bath looks like ~

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Unraveling my robe, I slide myself into the warm water.

"This feels nice~~," I hum as I lean against the tub, sinking myself into the warmth until a certain candle catches my attention. On closer examination, there appeared to be something written inside it, revealing parts of a sentence.

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