Chapter 8
When the water began to cool, they climbed out of the tub. Tovin first—he grabbed one of the towels that hung over the top of the screen and held it open, enveloping Amery as the regent stepped up to him. Another towel he used to dry himself with rough, fast motions while Amery sat on the page’s chair beside the screen, huddled in his towel, waiting. Finally as dry as he was likely to get, Tovin replaced his towel with a thick robe. The regent’s robe had his crest on the left breast; this larger robe had once belonged to the king, but Amery had long since nicked it from his father’s chamber for Tovin’s use.
Taking Amery’s teal robe from where it hung on the corner of the screen, Tovin draped it over his lover’s shoulders and rubbed some warmth into the wet skin. “Put this on o
