Chapter 25
"Then keep this room tidy. It is my price so you don’t get to judge it. You’ll be saving a maid or a soldier from having to come in here to clean."
Rose thought it was too little but it was better than nothing. She had already wiped up the water that split when she bathed and hung up what she used to wipe it up with. Though she might lack proper training, she knew how to make a good guest.
"I shall do that," Rose answered, satisfied that this wasn’t free. "My money-"
"-Is not needed," Zayne finished. "I have plenty of it so I don’t need what you have."
"I’m sure that my money cannot compare to what you have, but it is plenty in my eyes. More than what I had at one point to now consider myself somewhat rich. I won’t ask you to take my money anymore since we’ve agreed on cleaning. I do not mean to be rude but is that all?" Rose asked as she didn’t see any reason for them to still be here speaking.
Before Zayne could answer, Rose was startled by the sound of music and laughter. Night was coming upon the town and just like at the brothel, there was loud music here. She had grown accustomed to the music meaning that customers were coming inside so the women had to entertain.
"Rose, it is just a feast outside. It is why there is so much meat. After spending so many days out on a boat, I thought my soldiers were deserving of it. I cannot ask them to stop the music just for you," Zayne said as it was unreasonable.
Rose relaxed as she remembered that she was not in the brothel. "You do not need to. I’m sorry. It’s just hard not to react to something that triggers the memories of the brothel filling up. Then, as their general, you should be there enjoying the feast as well."
"I don’t enjoy being around a lot of drunkards. I am going to get my dinner and then retire to bed. Remember, lock the door and do not leave this room. Why are you pouting?" Zayne asked.