HERA
I am unsure what to feel.
One part of my brain is absolutely mortified and yet the other…the other wishes I had been conscious while he did it.
I turn to Henette. “Where you there…when he…oh relax Henette there is no need to look so mortified, I am just curious as to how it happened.”
She bows her head. “In that case you would have to ask the king himself your grace.”
Well that is one thing I most definitely will not be doing.
“He sent me to have a bath drawn for you and when I returned your old clothes were in a pile at the foot of the bed.”
“I beg your pardon?” The shrill pitch of my voice surprises even me but I cannot seem to help it.
“I said your old clothes were already removed upon my return.”
I shake my head furiously because surely I must have misheard her. “Not that
