Get Yourself Cleaned Up for Your Mistress

As you're walking back to the castle, you catch a glimpse of your reflection in a window. You look awful. Since you last bathed, you've been in a battle, thrown in a cell and **** to crawl around on the ground at Keylara's feet. Your clothes are ripped, you're face is covered with a mixture of dirt, sweat and blood and your beard is beginning to look very scraggly. After a few seconds of looking at your reflection, you decide to go to the bathhouses to get yourself cleaned up. You figure Keylara will prefer you clean and for now, it's probably best to stay on her good side. You won't gain anything by aggravating her unnecessarily.

You enter the bathhouse and are met with that familiar slightly-musty smell. Henrik, the old eunuch who used to run the bathhouse is gone, and instead you are greeted by an airy-looking middle-aged woman with red hair, bound in a simple braid.
"Ah, milord Perell it's grand to see you." She says, enthusiastically. This woman seems familiar, but you can't quite put your finger on where you know her from.
"Ah, I'd like to soak in the baths for a time good woman." You reply.
"Do you not recognize me? I used to be an artist before the witch took over. I probably sold your father half a dozen paintings over the years. His patronage was one of the only things that kept me fed during the harshest winters." Of course, now you recognize the woman. Her name is Mildred, one of her paintings is hanging in the parlour. "Now as to your request milord..." Mildred continues "the witch gave explicit orders that the bathhouses were only to be used by women. Men are to bathe in the river now. She said that men are inferior and do not deserve luxuries like bathhouses. Oh, I'm not supposed to call her witch either, she hates that. What I meant was, that the Dark Lady does not want men using the bathhouse...." Here, Mildred hesitates. "However, it's pretty quiet in there, I suppose I could sneak you into a private room, just this once. You really do look like you need it."
"Thank you Mildred, I would appreciate that."

You soak for a while in the hot mineral-rich water. It soothes your aches and pains and more importantly, lets you clean yourself up. There's nothing you can do about your ripped and torn clothes, but at least now your hair, beard and face look neat and clean.
Mildred eyes you as you emerge, hair still damp from the bath. She smiles. "You look much better milord."
"Please stop calling me, milord I am not deserving of that title." You say. "I was unable to defeat her armies and now Keylara rules these lands." At that moment you feel a sharp pain course through your body. It feels oddly similar to the pain that you felt when you tried to attack Keylara earlier. You wince, and double up, breathing through the pain.
"What just happened mil...uh...Pike?" Mildred asks.
"I honestly have no idea." You reply. "I just felt a sharp pain, similar to the one I felt when I attacked Keylara. Uuuuuhhh." It happens again. This time more painful. You can't stay on your feet, and collapse to the ground.
"Uh...Pike the runes on your collar are glowing." Mildred says. That gives you an idea, you have a suspicion as to what is happening, but it needs to be confirmed.
"Keylara" you whisper under your breath. The pain returns.
"Mistress Keylara" you whisper. The pain vanishes. Interesting. Evidently Keylara has cursed your collar with some kind of spell so that it knows when you don't call her "Mistress" and it punishes you. You're not sure what you can do with that information, but at the very least it's interesting to know.
"Thank you for your aid Mildred." You say. I can now look half-reasonable for my audience with Mistress Keylara."

You emerge from the bathhouse into the noonday sun feeling much better. You've always thought a hot bath could work wonders. You begin slowly walking up to the castle to see Mistress Keylara.