Table of Contents
Ice Maiden Title Page
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
About Annette Archer
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by Annette Archer
Thanus wanted to wash some of the road dust off him before he went down for his dinner. Taking off his weapons belts he hung them off the foot of the bed. His feet protested as he took off his boots. His shirt and pants he folded and set on the floor next to his boots. His smallclothes came off next, and then he was naked in the room. The mirror on top of the washstand reflected his rippling muscles, his lean form.
“You’re dirty, Prince,” he said to his reflection. “Perhaps you’re trying too hard.”
Maybe. He didn’t have to take this trip to Rikketh. He could have delegated it to any number of his loyal subjects, but he had to see this through himself. The fate of his people meant that much to him. There was no one else he would trust to do it for him.
Picking up the sponge, he poured a generous amount of the tepid water into the bowl and soaked it up. Starting with his chest, he let the water roll down his body, down his abdomen, into the stiff short hairs of his crotch. It felt good to scrub the day off his skin. Not as good as a soak in a hot tub would have felt, but this would do.
He was just rubbing the sponge over his shoulders when the door rattled and then flew open.
He spun, naked body tense.
The woman from the street, the one who had bested Luciro, stood there, pushing the door closed with her back. Her quicksilver eyes flashed as they looked him up and down, starting at his toes and gradually making their way up, pausing at his exposed crotch.
She quirked an eyebrow at him when she finally found his face. “I feel like I should apologize.”
He relaxed, standing with a hand resting on his hip, not bothering to dress. She’d already seen everything he had. “Apologize for bursting in on a man while he’s bathing, or for using me as a distraction to escape a mob?”
“I suppose I could say either, although at this moment I’m not sorry for being in this room.”
“I’m afraid I’m at a loss, Madame…uh, I don’t have your name.”
A smile wisped over her lips and was gone again. “My name is Ethelia.”
He bowed to her, suddenly very aware of the air stirring between his legs as her eyes drifted there again. “A pretty name, Ethelia. I’m still at a loss to explain why you’re here in my room.”
She swallowed then, just a hint of uncertainty on her pretty heart-shaped face. He saw again the rips in the sleeves of her gown, the dirt and stains and tattered hem.
“I am in need of help,” she said in a low voice. “There doesn’t seem to be anyone else in this town willing to help…someone like me. No one. Except a stranger passing through.”
“Me, you mean.”
She looked at him with a tilt to her head that told him she was less than amused. “I am serious. I need your help.”
Thanus scrubbed at his face and neck with the sponge. “Well, perhaps if you told me how I could help you?”
“You might start by giving me your name in return for mine.”
Thanus tried to reach his upper back with the sponge, but couldn’t quite bend his arms that way. “My name is Thanus.”
He heard her gasp. Of course she’d know his name. He really would need to start using an alias while he was travelling. As he continued to wash himself, he heard her reach behind herself to turn the door’s lock.
Then she stepped over to him on quiet, bare feet, and took the sponge from him.
Standing behind him, she slowly washed his back, working her way down the line of his spine, while he stood there, hands braced against the washstand, luxuriating in the feel of her hands against his flesh. At the same time, he tried not to be aroused by this singular moment. His cock had a mind of its own, however, and it throbbed to life as Ethelia’s fingertips trailed along behind the sponge.
“You’re a prince,” she said to him, the sponge going lower now, to the curve of his ass.