Jessamine
I’m screaming bloody murder, because what the hell is going on?
Before I can ask Darrock what he meant by presentable enough for the king, I’m pulled into the biggest bathroom I have ever been into, and hurled into a bathtub by maids. They don’t bother taking my clothes off before dunking hot water inside the tub.
“I can bathe myself—” Soap flies into my mouth, and I choke, coughing.
“Don’t touch me—” Someone rips my clothes and I yelp as my head is pushed underwater.
A maid yanks my hair out of the ponytail and I whip my head around to growl at her, only to have shampoo thrown in my eyes. Something cracks on my skull. Eggs. Slurp. The thick liquid slides down my head and…Oh, Goddess.
They’re not washing me. They are trying to murder me.
With each strand of hair that is
