Chapter 12: The Commander’s Bride
After the bath, Kyren sat Anna on the chair, wrapped her in a towel, and wiped her body.
"Wait here," he said as he turned around and reached for the robe, covering his n*ked form.
Then, he took the jar of ointment and started applying the salve to her wounds and bruises. He was careful enough when handling her as if she were a delicate mannequin that could easily break. His calloused fingers felt rough against her skin, but his touch was gentle.
Kyren went to the trunk and fumbled his hand inside, searching for clothes that fit his wife. Finally, he took out a white tunic and pants.
"I have no woman’s dress here. So wear mine for now. I’ll get you something better," he said as he dressed her.
"I can do this myself," Anna said, still feeling shy even after spending time with him n*kedly in the bathtub.
However, she closed her lips when the man clicked his tongue in disapproval. It would be best to remain docile for now.
The loose-fitting man’s tunic was oversized and stretched to her knees. When Kyren picked up the pants, he glanced at the princess, who looked like a little girl wearing an adult outfit.
"I guess you won’t be needing this. It’s too baggy for you."
Kyren threw the pants aside. Then, he lifted her and took her to bed. His strong arms enveloping her body made her feel like a child being cradled. His stiff, hard muscles tightened when she held his shoulder to support herself.
Kyren took the chair and placed it beside the bed after laying his bride down. He then took the porridge bowl from the table, sat on the chair, and scooped the broth.