You tug at your left arm but can’t move it.
You open one eye, noticing sunbeams streaming through one of the top windows.
But even worse, your left arm is shackled to your enemy, the Commander’s bed.
You groan aloud, remembering last night.
The plan to recover your blade and escape failed.
You glance around the room, noticing that he is gone.
Where did he go?
You rub your eyes, trying to wake up. The door suddenly opens, and the Commander enters.
To your utmost annoyance, he looks completely refreshed and relaxed as he glares down at you with that beautiful face he does not deserve.
“You’re awake,” he says, his green eyes alert and watchful.
You scoff at him. “No thanks to you,” you say, remembering how he bested you last night.
Yet again.
You’re still tired and realize you must look like a wild thing from the enchanted forest back home.
You run your fingers through your hair, attempting to fix the thick braid down your back.
It was strictly forbidden to enter under penalty of death.
But you had heard grand stories about it.
Suddenly, two guards enter, hauling in a half barrel and placing it behind a makeshift partition.
Several other guards trail in and bring buckets sloshing full of water.
“I’ve arranged a bath for you.”
All the blood drains from your face. He wants you to bathe in front of him?
You push your chin out. “I’m not bathing with you here. Elven sc–”
“Enough,” he says so sharply it slices through you.
He strides your way. “You will remove your clothes.”
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