Lucan sank lower into the bath, his eyes closed, the women around him pouring the hot water all over his skin. He slowly opened his eyes, his fists lightly clenching, his eyes thin.
"Where is Claude?" He asked, his voice low, his eyes fixed in a burning incense stick in the far corner of the bath house
"I will bring her, Your Majesty."
He gave a small sigh, then sat up, a small breath escaping him.
"Your Majesty. You called for me?"
He dismissed all the rest, then slowly turned to her. "Wash my hair."
Claude nodded, then walked around, getting all of the oils and soaps for his hair. She soon set them down close to him, then gently brought his shoulders a little lower, so his hair was more accessible. She sank her fingers into his hair, then daringly leaned forward to place a small kiss on his fo……
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