Chapter 9: Death by Poison
The ship was well constructed in a way the accommodation area was not affected by the swaying and rolling motion caused by the tide and was relatively steady.
After Cedric left the room, Abrielle was thrown into a serious dilemma: how was she going to handle the consummation problem? Cedric was a temperamental beast. Only the gods know what he would do to her in the excuse of sex.
She just dreaded the thought of it. "Maybe I should pretend that I am sick." She muttered, thinking out loud, but no way that would work. Cedric would catch her immediately.
She felt like pulling her hair because of how frustrating this was. She was pacing around the room to think about a plan. Her brain seemed to have given up; scheming a book plot was different from when your life was on the line.
A loud knock from the door drew her attention, Abrielle knew it must be the maid sent to get her ready. "Your Highness, I am here to get you ready for the night." She heard a female voice say from the other side.
A long sigh of frustration left Abrielle's lips before she permitted them to come. They were three in number, the maid from earlier and two other younger girls.
"I hope we are not interrupting anything." The older maid, who seemed like the head, politely asked. Abrielle shook her head; as much as she didn't want to get groomed for Cedric, she still needed to take a bath. She stinks like dirty water.
Immediately, she gave the permission, and they got into action, first and foremost drawing her a warm bath, which was pretty luxurious to get on a ship in this medieval setting.
The soak was relaxing, and Abrielle just let them do their thing; while growing up, Hazel, the author, never had such treatment. At least, this was compensation for her horrible fate.