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“And now you’re clean!”, Elvis announced as he helped Amar out of the bathtub. She motioned for Elvis to look the other way as she patted herself dry, before replacing the wet towel for a dry one.
“It’s not something you should broadcast. Anyways, aren’t you going to clean up?”
“I will but my bath maids aren’t here.”
Amar frowned. “Your bath maids?”
“You know, women who would bathe me, wash me down.”
She laughed. “So, you’re trying to tell me that you can’t take a bath yourself.”
“I can!”, he snapped angrily.
“Then why wait for the bath maids?”, she asked, still smiling.
“It’s important for a prince to follow protocol. Stop asking too many questions. It’s annoying.”
“Not annoying as waiting for a group of maidens to clean you up. Alright then, get in the water.”
“What?”
”Get in the water Prince Elvis. I believe I can substitute for a bath maid.”
He laughed. “You? What could you possibly know about bathing a prince?”
“Well, I know that you have got to be naked and, in the water,” she said coyly.
“Ah…so you want to see my nakedness?”, Elvis asked with a smile.
” Don’t sound so excited prince. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
He arched a brow. “Well, I don’t remember showing you my manhood before.”
“If you even have one,” she retorted, climbing down the steps. She loved the bathhouse, but she had to eat.
“What?”, Elvis asked. “Of course, I do. What’s a man without a manhood?”
“You could go ask your brother. After all, he did lose his manhood.”
He grasped her by the arm and twisted it. “Don’t you fucking dare. Kayne is just a man like the rest of us.”
She eyed him. “Can you please let go of my arm now? You’re hurting me.”
He released her and Amar skipped to the door. She had to leave at once. The atmosphere was no longer friendly.
“And just for the record, I don’t think any of the princes have a manhood.”
He locked eyes with her, and she didn’t miss the evil glint in his eye. “Leave now, for if I catch up with you, you’re fucked.”
She didn’t need to be told twice. She took to her heels, panting hard as she dashed out of the bathhouse, only to run into Toreh. She grabbed hold of her sister, running with her. Toreh slowed to a stop, grabbing Amar by the shoulders. “Is there a reason you’re running in the hallway naked?”
“The prince!”, Amar sneezed out. “He…. wants…I don’t know what he wants okay, but we have to go now.”
“We can’t go like this. Wait here let me get you a robe.”
“I can’t stay here! Take me with you Toreh.”
Toreh sighed but led Amar to Eloive’s chambers. “Stay here. I shall go to him and ask him for a robe.”
Before Amar could protest, Toreh slipped inside and onward to Eloive’s bed chambers. She tried the door knob and was surprised to find it locked. Eloive never locked his door except when he was alone with her or it was night. She frowned and took a step back just as the door opened, revealing Samantha’s face. Toreh felt her stomach twist.
“Where’s Eloive?”
“In the bathroom.”
Just then, Eloive stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped firmly around his waist. Toreh looked at him before glancing at a smiling Samantha. It was at that moment she realized that perhaps she was looking at would be Eloive’s wife someday.
Eloive joined Samantha at the door. He stood behind her and Toreh thought they looked perfect together. She was wearing his shirt, and he was without a shirt. “It’s not what you think it is Toreh.”
She didn’t want to think anything. Swallowing hard, she took a step back and kept taking a step back until she bumped into Amar.
“What happened? Where’s the robe?”
Toreh faced her sister. “We…we are going home.”
“Well, I can’t go like this.”
Toreh led Amar out of Eloive’s chambers with the hope he would call her back and kick Samantha out. Nothing happened. Annoyed, she walked up to a guard. Coincidentally, it just happened to be Kiol.
“Slave girl, what are you doing here?”
“Could you give me your coat?”, she asked.
He eyed her. “Why do you want my coat?”
“It’s for my sister. I beg you sir, please give us your coat.”
“Coat like mine costs a fortune. I don’t give it out.”
“I don’t have any money sir.”
“Kiol. Call me Kiol,” he snarled.
“Kiol,” she breathed. “In a matter of days, I would become the prince’s tutor.”
“And you’re telling me this because?”
“Give me your coat and my first wage is yours.”
“How much are we talking about here?”
“I don’t know.”
He laughed. “You don’t know?”
“Please, Kiol. My sister would die if you don’t help us.”
Kiol spared her a glance. “Where’s your sister? I want to see her.”
Toreh signaled for her sister to come and Amar walked over, clutching her towel.
“What happened to your clothes?”, Kiol asked, eyeing her.
“I lost them,” Amar replied. “Are you giving me your coat or not?”
“I will, on the condition that you return it today.”
Amar huffed. “So, you can’t give it to me as a gift?”
He rolled his eyes. “Share my bed and maybe I’ll consider it.”
Toreh rolled her eyes. “My sister is not a whore. You know what, we’ll just go” she said, as she began walking away, Amar following suit.
“Wait!”
The sisters stopped in their tracks, but only Toreh faced him.
“What is it?”
“I’ll give you the coat.”
“On what condition?”, Toreh asked.
Kiol glanced at Amar before looking at Toreh. “An evening with your sister,” Kiol whispered.
“And I said no. She’s not a whore Kiol.”
“I didn’t say she’s a whore child. I simply want to spend some time with her,” Kiol defended.
“Fine. The coat?”
Kiol handed it over. Toreh smiled at him. “It was nice doing business with you Kiol.”
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