KING GARAM

Chapter 6

A/n: If you dislike Heather, I dislike you too.  She's a legit saint. 😊❤ enjoy and vote!

Heather’s eyes were extraordinarily wide, as she watched the maid girl of the name Appilar pour down an entire vessel of milk into the plunge bath.

She was meant to bath with milk.

Appilar clarified that it would make her skin smooth and pure, but on the other hand Heather didn’t really care.

It wasn’t the way she had been raised. Out there they could barely even have enough money to full a cup with milk, but here in the royal palace they expected her to bath with it.

Although Appilar said it was alright; that the milk wasn’t costly, deep down she knew it cost more than her whole life.
It burned inequality into her heart.

The nobles lived their lifetime’s with so much privilege, while growing up her mother could barely afford a sack of milk. Pure or not.

“Come on, girl.” Appilar said in a hurry, “take off your clothes.” It was more of a demand than asking.

Heather flinched up inside, now nervous.

How she wished for just a moment of privacy. She was in the centre of the large bathing room, filled with so many other nobles of the palace.

She wouldn’t even dare to measure with them, they were used to this kind of life. They were used to flaunting their perfect bodies.

Laughing and gossiping to themselves didn’t help her uneasiness.

Even the fact it was only the females bathing chamber. All her life she had never been naked before anyone, but now she was expected to take off her clothes in the presence of the nobles.

She barely even looked at herself. Which made her unable to tell what a perfect body of a woman was supposed to look like.

Heather just stared blankly, which made some nobles turn her way with clear amusement.

Appilar started to look uncomfortable, then gave her a reassuring look then walked over and began to untie her dress.

Heather couldn’t help but close her eyes tight and pray to her seven fathers to make this embarrassing moment cease.

She heard Appilar exclaim quietly as she opened her eyes. She was done. Her clothes were off.

She was… naked.

The maid’s eyes lingered on her breasts and then slowly went down, causing her to freeze.

“Oh, my. Such a beauty you hide underneath those rages.” She chuckled.

Then led her into the bathtub, but paused before she did. Ready?

Heather made her way inside and, in the process, couldn’t stop herself from letting out a short-pleased groan.

It was much better than she had thought. It was so soft, with a great smell.

Appilar softly untied her hair and soaked it into the bathtub, gentilly running her fingers through her head. Heather couldn’t remember the last time she had a proper bath.

“Garam is so handsome and I bet his good in bed!” came the voice of a young noble girl as she rapt herself into the towel.

The other nobles laughed thinking the same thing too.

“Can’t wait to marry him.” She said again, causing most of the eyes to fall on her.

While, others ignore her. She must have not been up to date, because most people in the palace had already heard that Garam had chosen a wife for himself.

That’s why a few of them stared at her with jealously in their gaze.

“You don’t have ears in this palace, or do you? Garam has already chosen a wife.” Said another noble, but she seemed less interested.

Heather nearly laughed out loud as she watched the face of the noble fall looking extremely jealous and annoyed.

“To whom?” she asked.

“Heather… I think that’s her name.” she said, pointing to her.

Heather wanted to disappear as the eyes of the noble fell on her.

Most of them glaring with anger and confusion. Luckily a knock on the door distracted everyone.

Heather held her breath, as she let out a sigh of relief. Appilar stood adjusting her dress and walked over to the door.

Opening it ever so slightly. Few minutes past as she nodded her head receiving the message.

Appilar had a slight smile on her face as she turned around and announced loudly.

“Heather Ellas? The king wishes to see you at the garden!”