King Lucien watched her silently. Seeing her flushed face that only got worse with each stroke on the wet rag on his body. He would have smiled at her discomfort if he could still remember how to do that.
What surprised him was that the urge to allow his lips to stretch to something so unfamiliar as a smile was there. His brows knitted more into a bigger frown at the urge.
Where was such an urge coming from? He asked himself.
Oh, Danika, you can’t get anything right. Now you’ve made him angrier, she chided herself inwardly.
Finally done, she got up and took the water and wet rag away. She took her time washing it and spreading it out on the towel racks of the enormous bathroom.
It was like a small world in the king’s chambers. Everything was in here; a person could easily spend month
