#Chapter 9: Dictator

Raven Ember pulled back her hood, revealing that she was a woman—and a beautiful one at that, with caramel skin, golden hair, and striking blue eyes. “I’ll be helping you wash,” she said, already ushering the men out of the bathroom. I still felt my face heat, even with just the two of us in here. “Every day?” I asked, hating how small my voice sounded. It was a relief that she was a woman, but I’d never needed to bathe with anyone else back home. “Well, since you insist on having hot baths, then you will need someone to help you carry the water,” she said, glancing at my skinny arms. “And I doubt you will be capable of doing it all on your own.” I looked away, choosing not to comment on that. Ember turned her back, and I slipped my robe off and stepped into the steaming bath. It was still not as hot as I usually would have liked it back home, but it was better than ice cold water, and soothed my tired muscles. I had more than a few bruises and scrat