Chapter 42: Celebratory Feast
Wash me?
Tyrah’s face looked dead serious, but her sister Tierra was blushing up a storm.
"No, I can wash myself," I responded.
"Very well. Would you like us to direct you to the bathhouse?"
I nodded and got up from my bed. To my surprise, their bathhouse was a hot spring. I questioned Tyrah about it, and she said it was run using magic. Since I didn’t understand magic, I pried no further.
By the time I arrived at the bathhouse, some of my classmates were already there. Some were playing and having the time of their lives, while others were complaining about how they wished it were a mixed bath.
Apparently, their handmaidens had asked the same question mine had, but Ms. Cole forbade them before they could go through with it. She said she’d be speaking to the king about the inappropriate behavior of the handmaidens.
The boys were venting their frustration over it.
"Liam!"
Someone called out to me as I entered the washroom. It was Max—the boy I met on the island who I had given supplies to. He waved me over to where he was sitting with Theo, Ethan, and Tyler. Coincidentally, Max and the others I had met were in the same class as me.
"Man! My handmaidens are so cute!" I heard Theo exclaim as I sat down beside them.