*Killian*
I pour the steaming water into the tub in the bathing room. Mrs. Dorset doesn’t understand why I don’t have one of the servants prepare my bath, but the servants are Tia’s, not mine. I don’t need to take them away from whatever chores my princess has them doing. Besides, the fewer people who see me in this ragtag state, the better.
After setting down the pail, I arch my back and look up at the ceiling. Dear Goddess, I’m tired. But I know once I see Tia, the weariness will fade away. Her smile of greeting always seems to revitalize me. I have even begun to enjoy her evening recitals, no longer viewing them as an irritating delay to my possessing her, but rather embracing them as a slow, sensual building of awareness. She finds a bit of ecstasy in gliding her fingers over the ivo
