Ezra did not take off his shirt and showered himself with two buckets of ice-cold water as the maid who prepared his bath was startled thinking what had gotten onto him. She froze and Ezra glared at her.
He was drenched as the white shirt stuck to his masculine body while water dripped from his silver hair. He expected the fire within him to begone.
"Your Highness!" Rose bellowed. The book in her hand dropped as she went back to fetch a towel shouting at the maid. The maid ran away while Ezra turned for another round. But Rose stopped him. She dragged him to a bench and pushed him to sit down. She began to dry his hair scolding.
"What are you thinking? You might be the great warrior but this is in the middle of the night" Ezra stared at his hand roughly brushing his hand with the other hoping to get rid of the paint yet they were marked on him. Of course, it was a high-quality body painting.
For a moment, he thought about skinning.
