He was right, it had been some time since they had spent any real time together, not arguing.
"That why we have subordinates, isn't it. Give me a minute." Haman got up and leaned outside the door where her guards, and Mineva's hand madden stood, quite board. It only took a moment and she came back in.
Patting Mineva on the head and smiling she squatted down to talk to the child.
"Bath time, alright? She'll take you." The princess nodded and went off with the tall woman in the blonde dress, three guards following behind them like loyal pups.
"There we are." Haman dusted off her hands, with a small sense of triumphant. "Our princess will now be preoccupied for the rest of the evening. May I now, take off this terrible uniform?"