She only had to wait a few minutes for Antonin to step back into the bedroom wearing nothing but a towel tied around his waist. Stepping over her discarded nightgown with a smirk, he dropped his towel on top of it and crossed the room to the bed. Even for being an old man like he claimed to be, her husband was still in top physical condition. She could always admire how well he took care of his body even when she hated the very ground he stood upon. At least her master ordered her to marry an attractive man. That made her sentence a little easier. Maybe it was a shallow thought, but she didn't care. It was the truth.