12. His Command

XENDAYA.

The sun is shining through the window as, yet another morning dawns. The weather seems to have improved in the last few days, and it doesn’t seem as hot anymore, but it is still very warm.

‘Is that really not a dream?’ Shayara moans as memories of last night swim in my mind.

I’m unable to remove the images of last night from my head. She’s jealous, but I don’t understand why she would be. Agnarr can rot in hell.

I don’t want him, nor do I want his hands on me.

‘But his hands seem to hold some magic.’ Shayara protests.

I wish to stay in bed but I am unable to when my three ladies-in-waiting enter. I know they’re slaves but the more time I spend with them; I am unable to address them or see them as slaves.

“Good morning my lady, the King has ordered for you to dine with him today,” Karza says as she opens the sheer curtains that hang around the bed.

‘Not bathe?’ Shayara says almost unhappily.

‘We were burned to the doors of hell the last time we bathed together.’ I remi