a maid...
" You look much better" he said.
" Thanks" you answer wearily.
You have not looked up, but when he places u mug of steaming liquid in
your hands, you look up to thank him and don't look back down. His
beautiful eyes seem to hold you in place. You breath comes in rapid
gasps and your hands loosen around the mug. You are startled as the
heat from the liquid burns your hands, and you blush.
" I guess you had better get some rest" the young man said
huskily.
You nod, staring into the mug. He shifts uneasily as if he wants to
tuck the furs around you tighter, but he stops himself and leaves
quickly.
A maid quietly enters the room carrying a silver tray. She sets it
down on a wooden table by where you lay. She takes a white cloth off
the tray, dips it in water and bathes your wounds. You smiles
gratefully and she bows and leaves the room. The young man enters and
looks at you hopefully.
