As soon as the king left, I grabbed my towel and jumped into the shower. I felt overwhelmed and sexually frustrated.
The sound of the doors opening from the other room echoed as I heard laughter and chit chat. I knew that the girls had just entered and the bathroom was only one wall away from my own bedroom where everyone would normally come to hang out.
They were saying something but I'm not sure what it was. my shower was still running and I couldn't help but relax under the water. The water was cold yet it did nothing to cool the burning furnace under my skin. I was nervous about the training. What did it mean if I didn't turn out to be a success? The king was the kind of man who loved a project. and that is what he saw me as. a challenge and a project.
