Chapter 13
“Don’t touch me,” I yelled, batting away the servants’ hands.
Two women, older than me, tugged and pulled at my pajama pants and top. It was bad enough they’d dragged me through the kitchen, down a hallway, and into another room, but now I had to take a bath? They each wore a floor length black medieval-style dress with short, flared sleeves, and an elastic waist.
And Luther leaned a shoulder against the doorway, smirking, enjoying himself. Was he going to watch as they stripped me?
“I’m not going in there. My pajamas are staying on.” I stumbled from their reach and eyed the freestanding metal tub with golden clawed feet, filled with water. At home, I’d jump at the chance, as we only had a shower, but I didn’t do communal baths. I wanted to be sick.
“Mistress, you need a wa
