Two maidservants sat on a floor covered with a brown rug, one held a towel and the other a soap which she used to wash her master's feet. One thing was common between the young girls, they didn't dare to lift their heads up, not even for a fleeting second.
They'd heard stories, not one who had seen his face lived to tell the tale. Servants in other noble houses would do anything to meet their masters so they could curry favors, but it wasn't the same with the people in the Scourge's house. Nobody wanted to meet with him, afraid it might be their last.
Once the girls were done, they grabbed their things without raising their faces and quickly bolted through the door.
"She doesn't remember?" Rhane stood up from the chair, now shirtless with grey pants hanging loosely around his waist.
Kali raised her finger, "Correction, she remembers but not your face. For now," the young woman replied, kicking her feet in the air.
