"No," Daemond replied. "She can do it herself. I don't want you guys interrupting while I'm having fun anyway. You two can go out."
Annica bit her lip as she watched the two servants walk out of the General's room.
There was no escape for her now. He had pushed her into a corner. Like a small fly that willingly flew into a spider's web, she was now trapped in her own plans.
Annica could feel her face hot as she looked down upon the basin placed in front of her. The strong scent of roses wafted up from the smoke and filled the air around her with a pungent fragrance that made her slightly dizzy. Several stacks of towels were folded next to her.
What should she do now? Clean her own body in front of him? Under those scrutinizing green eyes that seemingly never looked away?
"Are you going to make me wait longer, little girl?" Daemond asked in an impatient tone.
