A Bath
“You’re not him,” I whisper while regaining my posture and folding my hands across my chest. I glare at him, but it doesn’t bother him in any way. “If you mean William, you’re right, princess.” He exactly knows whom I’m thinking about, he agrees not even denying it. “Despise in your eyes almost hurts my feelings,” he adds. “Why do you care? And why did you bring me here in the first place?” I demand. “I will answer to all of your questions when the time is right, for now, take some sleep, princess.” I want to object that I’m not tired. And even if I were, I wouldn’t sleep on the mouldy floor. I seek his eyes to show him my disapproval. His gentle smile however disables me for a little moment, then he winks at me and with a blink of an eye, there’s a comfortable bed in front
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