“Careful,” he warns, crossing his arms. “You’re talking to the King. Though you seem to have forgotten that, since you’re bathing in front of me. Have you no concept of proper decorum?” “You’re the one who came into my room and spoke to me while I was bathing.” “I’m the King. I do whatever I fucking please. You’re just a village girl.” “Well, this village girl just saved two lives and healed all your potential brides,” I retort.
