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Chapter 116: A Bath

Author: Lola Everson
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“First, you need to bathe!” Monica scolds. “Where is your lady’s maid?”

“I have no maid.” I say plainly. “The baths are down the corridor and I cannot move about freely. If I may go there I am happy to bathe.” I say with a shimmer of shame. Like a caged bird longing for freedom, but always reminded that her beautiful wings have been clipped.

“I— I just want you to be perfect for dinner.” She stammers. Embarrassment blooming on her cheeks. “I did not realize you could not leave.” She says barely above a whisper. I look into her eyes. I see the empathy of understanding within them.

I offer a small smile. “It’s okay.” I push my smile wider on my face, a small signal of reassurance. “Tell me what you have in mind for dinner this evening on the way?” I ask after a moment of silence.

“Of course.” She graciously smiles.

We step into the hallway. For a moment I consider running. Just to see how far I can get. I know I cannot escape my destiny. I want to run to feel my mate chase me. To g
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