He began to dry himself up as he thought about what had just happened. “No worries just get to it” said Bryce as he turned around to allow Fenton to bathe him. “My prince, wouldn’t it be better for me to call a hand maiden for this” said Fenton nervously. “Of course, my prince” said Fenton as he tried to keep the dirty thoughts out of his mind. Bryce got out of the bathtub, walked over to the wooden table where the second piece of cloth was, and took it. “If my prince is willing to fight for his family’s honor, and for his home. The boy had on a wine colored surcoat, beige colored breeches and brown boots, typical clothing of someone who worked in the castle. Fenton looked in awe as water ran down Bryce’s body. Fenton raised his hand toward his face, and caressed his lips, still wondering if those kisses had really happened.
