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He whispered softly into her ears, "I'll be downstairs", her skin receiving some form of impulse from his hot breath.



She watched as he put on his long black robe and left the room walking majestically and gracefully.



Even with his departure, the room was still filled with his aura, with his scent, he smelled like spice, like the roses, and so did the room too.



Everything in the room reminded her of the intense intimate moment they had the previous night.



From the table lamp, to the bed, to the opened windows which freely gave passage for the winds to cool her every moment of the session, she smiled as every single moment played back in her mind and she felt like a dog on heat.



She could still feel his arms rubbing her smooth skin slowly, and she couldn't help it but also rub her skin too as if he was present with her doing exactly what was in her mind, but he was out of the room a few minutes ago.



She was carried away by what she did until her eyes jammed the mirror which stood in front of her.



She could see how silly she looked, and how her hair was badly disorganized, but she couldn't deny the fact that her skin glowed.



"Was it because of the event that went down the previous night?", She puzzled deeply admiring her shockingly glowing skin.



Then her stomach growled again reminding her that she had some feeding to attend to.



She hadn't eaten for a while now and she needed to satisfy the hunger she felt, but she wouldn't worry so much, Agatha was good at the cheffing work and her food was always tasting delicious as the days go by.



She stepped into the bathroom, and she filled the bathtub with warm water.



Using her hand, she felt the temperature of the water as she let her hands swim in the large amount of water.



Having realized the temperature was perfect for her skin, she unclothed herself and stepped into the bathtub with all form of carefulness.



She sat in the warm water, with her knees up covering her bare bosoms, she washed herself with the soap in her hand and then, she applied some oil to her hair.



The oil smelled like honey and coconut mixed perfectly together and it made her hair moist, shiny and better than the last time.



She stepped out of the bathroom and dried herself with her towel, still taking her time to dry her hair, and then she put on a flowing dress, precisely flowered blue, sewn perfectly to fit her shape and unique curvature.



And just at that moment, a knock was heard on the door



"Come in", Emily spoke as she sat on the chair positioned to face the mirror in the room



The door made a creaking sound as it opened and then Natasha stepped into the room.



"Good morning my lady", she greeted as she knelt slightly in the air.



Natasha, the child whom Alpha Richard saved from being a deliquescent girl, was the thirteen year old little girl who ran to get the bowl of warm water and towels when Emily was in labour.



Though she was precisely the youngest of all the maids in the house, she was one of the smartest and the most brilliant of them all.



With her emerald coloured eyes, and her young unfading beauty, her soft spoken words displayed the amount of innocence still left in her.



She had made a promise to herself to serve Alpha Richard and Emily wholeheartedly, forever being grateful for the way she was saved and raised in the Alpha's home.



Though she was very little, she was just too skilled in making very beautiful braids.



And apart from the making of the braids, Emily was so fun of her, Natasha was like a daughter to her and she enjoyed her company so much.



"Hello Natasha!", Emily responded cheerfully. She could see the way Natasha looked at her dress. It seemed as though she loved the dress.



"Stop staring and come brush my hair!", Emily said seeing the way Natasha looked at the dress like she wanted some for herself.



Emily's words spoke power and penetrated deeply into Natasha as her words interrupted her train of thought.



She moved quickly and took the brush in her hand and was slowly brushing her soft silky hair



"I love your hair my lady!", Natasha said in a light tone.



Shockingly, even though she was young, her stature never complimented her age.



She had the alpha and the Luna to thank for, the meal she had been served since her arrival into the Alpha's home had reshaped her and she grew even more than her age.



She had a very soft voice and a tender heart, and with every word she spoke, one could feel the excessive innocence that flowed from her heart.



"Natasha?", Emily called out to Natasha as she sat in front of the mirror watching the way Natasha was admiring her hair.



"Yes my lady", Natasha replied in the softest of tones. She had hoped she never angered the Luna, she wouldn't want to imagine the consequences of her actions.



"Surprise me with today's braid, can you?", Natasha asked with a broad smile on her face, never doubting her unique skill



She enjoyed the way Natasha treated her hair, at least if Agatha was good at the kitchen, always making delicious and magical delicacies, Natasha was good at making braids and tendering to her hair.



Natasha did it better than anyone. She sat to remember when she asked another maid, (Layla was her name) to be the one dressing her and making her hair, Layla would only be able to make either ponytails out of it or just make use of her hairpins to hold her hair making it look completely normal.



But when Natasha did so, it marvelled her to notice that a thirteen year old girl was good at making absolute stunning designs and styles from her hair.



"Yes my lady", Natasha replied cheerfully. She knew what Emily really wanted, a new hairstyle just to fit her mood and blend with her conspicuous happiness.



She was young, but she could tell that the Luna was so happy that morning, looking and sounding so different.



Of course, she wouldn't know why, she was just a made, but in one way or another, it also added a sensation of joy in her heart too.



With fifteen minutes gone, Natasha was done with her hair.



Oh the ever stunning designs this morning, Natasha had magically made out of an untidy wet hair, a French plait with some few strands of the hair falling on each side of Emily's cheeks.



She wasn't done, at least not now. She picked up a special hair moisturizer, poured a little quantity in her hand and rubbed it down slowly on Emily's hair, making it a bit wet but shiny, colourful and it smelled good.



All the ideas in Natasha's head were too much for a girl of her age, but she delivered the job perfectly.



Looking at the mirror, Emily was adorned beautifully, her hair was perfect, her makeup was light but it blended perfectly to her skin and her dress, she made an exquisite choice of dress to wear.



"I love the hair!", She couldn't help but utter out what was in her mind.