THE ROYALTY OF WOLFES
At least a dozen of them, but my eyes immediately see the stranger, my captor.
He is in the central pool, sitting on the steps near the edge, waist-deep in water, naked. Her fair skin stands out against the scarlet tiles. He has his arms open and his body lying backwards. His wet, coal-colored hair stretches behind him as three slender girls bathe him. One of them braids portions of his hair with her small, nimble hands. I can see your scars from here, the ones I treated, and also the other one, the one I caused with my nails.
The Prince seems distracted, looking ahead, then he blinks, looks up and sees me standing there, ten meters away from him.
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