I don’t roll my eyes, but I really, really want to. Fortunately, having been a servant to my sister Leah these past three years has helped train me to always present an outward poise, even when inwardly, I am disgusted and annoyed.
“Tell me again how you wish to please me,” Caleb says, self-satisfied and smug.
“A scalp massage would ease some of your tension and relieve your headache,” I explain. “It should give you some relief.”
Caleb clucks his tongue. “Massages and relaxation techniques never work. If I wanted something like that, I could take care of it myself.”
If a massage has never worked for him, undoubtedly whoever was giving it, was doing it wrong. I want to tell him so, but I hold my tongue. Arguing with this king has not worked out well for me in the past. I doubt that will
