The Forgotten Princess Rose-Chapter 35

"Almost. There," Rose sighed in relief after she succeeded in pulling a drawer to block the bathroom door.

It was time to get cleaned up before going down to where the soldiers had made the stew Zayne spoke about. Before that, Rose had to wash the dress she wore today to be able to wear it tomorrow as she had no other option than to sleep in the one other dress she had. She would not take the risk of not sleeping in a dress.

"Why did Mathias have to be there? I could have bought another dress," Rose said, pulling on the dress she wore to see the state of it. With only two dresses, they would be worn out quite fast. "I should learn how to make dresses, but I cannot leave. Would he be angry if I used one of the sheets?"

Rose did not want to overdo what she did while in Zayne’s home. He was her employer. Nothing more.

From this point on, she was to act as his maid and be mindful of her words.

Rose slowly backed away from the door, letting time pass to check if there was someone who had been waiting for her to be alone. With no one disturbing her, Rose moved fast to undress and turn the pipe handle for water to fill the tub.

It was far different from the old metal one that only had cold water unless the women took their time to heat water and then pour it into the metal tub for everyone to dip out what they needed.

Rose watched with fascination how easy it was for warm water to fill the tub before her. "How does it get up here?" She wondered, stooping down to look at the pipes.

If she had these pipes leading into her bedroom, she wouldn’t need to leave at night to get water.

"So this is what Graham had pipes leading into his room for. I should ask Zayne- no," Rose shook her head. She failed to do his request so he was not going to teach her yet. There wasn’t any point in asking.

Rose sat inside the tub as it filled with warm water and started to rub her skin to get cleaned up. While her attention still went to the door many times, she once again enjoyed being able to sit to clean herself in such warm water.

Though most of them tried to bully her because of Graham’s interest in her, there were some women, young and old, inside the brothel that Rose would like to have experienced what she did now.

They should never have given in to not learning more about the world. The women at the brothel didn’t have a single clue as to what they were missing.

Rose cleaned herself up quickly and drained the water after washing the dress which she would hang up on the balcony. She changed back into the dress she had run away from the brothel in and then took her wet dress outside.

Rose could see the front gates and the lights from all the homes nearby from her balcony. She couldn’t see the brothel in sight like she did when she roamed around the mountain. It showed how far she had gotten away from her old life.

"I must try to move on. You cannot be so guarded all the time," Rose said to herself once more. She lived in constant constant fear but now that she was free, that had to stop. It would be hard but little by little, Rose wanted to be more open to trusting others.

A knock on the door stole Rose’s attention from looking at the lights.

She ran from the balcony to push away the drawer that she placed to stop someone from entering.

On the other side of the door, Zayne was confused by the sound he was hearing from inside the room. He was supposed to be the one in the middle of the war yet he got the impression that Rose was at war with someone inside her room.

’She’s always up to something,’ he thought. There might not be a single peaceful moment in this home with Rose here.

Finally, the door opened revealing Rose looking tired though she hadn’t done any work today.

"What was that noise, Rose?" Zayne asked, not finding anything suspicious when he looked around the room.

Rose didn’t want to reveal her way of protecting herself but she didn’t want to lie. "I was moving something around. What are those clothes for? Do you want me to wash them now?"

Zayne didn’t believe she was just moving something around. One day she was going to realise that it wasn’t easy to trick him. Once more, he let it go to not make her uncomfortable. "Here. You only have two dresses so you can use some of my shirts to sleep in. I do not recommend you wear them during the day though you will be alone."

Rose accepted the shirts as Zayne placed them in her hands but she didn’t need them. How could she take his shirts when they weren’t meant for her to wear? "I don’t-"

"Just say thank you, Rose. I understand your reasoning but sometimes you can just accept it and say thank you. Do you want to keep washing dresses in the morning to have them to wear at night or do you want the shirts I have given you? I am helping to decrease your work," said Zayne.

Rose counted the shirts he placed in her hands and learned that there were five. It would decrease the work she would have to do every night. Still, she felt the need to pay him. "I should still pay for them. Please."

Rose never went around shopping for her clothes but she wasn’t a stranger to what was expensive. Zayne spoke of owning a ship and he could waste money to buy a home away from the camp his soldiers used. Knowing that Rose concluded that the shirts in her hand had to be expensive. She could tell alone from how soft they were. fгeewebnovёl.com

"For how long are we going to do this? Haven’t we already figured out that there isn’t anything you have that I want? It is only shirts, Rose. Once you start cleaning, you will come across many that I didn’t know were packed. You would need to place them in my hands for me to take them back," said Zayne.

Rose found that best so she tried to place them back in his hands but Zayne moved his hands behind his back. "You just said I can place them in your hands. Why did you move?"

"I never said that it would be easy for you to place them back in my hands. Now, unless you want to grab me to keep my hands in place which is something you dislike. It looks like you will be keeping my shirts," Zayne smiled.

Rose thought about trying to touch him so she could place the shirts in his hands but she knew she wasn’t going to be any match for him. She was going up against a general and she doubted that she could outsmart him.

"Put them down and come along. Your rabbit friend should be done cooking by now."