Braelyn's POV
For a moment I stood there staring at the woman leaning against the bathroom door. Then it slowly dawned on me that she wasn't leaving. My eyes twitched just thinking about it.
My brows pulled together as discomfort crept up my spine. The realisation made my stomach twist. They wanted me to shower under supervision. Even here, inside a locked bedroom with several guards probably stationed outside, they still didn't trust me.
The thought made humiliation burn under my skin..I hesitated before speaking. "Won't you… Give me some privacy?"
The head maid didn't even bother hiding her reaction. She scoffed loudly, as if I had just said something ridiculous. "Privacy?" she repeated, her tone dripping with mockery.
Her arms folded neatly over her chest as she watched me like I was some stubborn child refusing to cooperate.
"You have two options," she said coldly. "Either you start showering yourself right now or I wash you myself." The threat hung heavily in the air.
