Chapter 7: Chapter 7: Sharia's Bathing Technique
The town of Theshvale was fortified heavily, barricades, walls, and towers making a direct attack difficult. The Warmonger didn't mind. She and an army of ten thousand troops surrounded the town, though most of them were busy tracking down the outside forces who helped the town. The Warmonger was only taking the town with four thousand troops. She didn't need anymore, even if the town in front of them supposedly has around six thousand troops.
Warmonger took a look at her troops. They were weak, but they will suffice. With the flag of the Kingdom behind them and a motivational speech given by the King, their morale was high, and they were even willing to follow this Warmonger in battle. Of course, Sharia The Warmonger just needed them to trust her enough to follow through on her orders. She doesn't like losing troops, even if they are weak...if, of course, they served as useful cannon fodder. Unfortunately, her army was different. Almost all of them were cannon fodder. She only has two commanders, four captains, and seven officers. Well, other than the commanders, one of which she sent off to take command of the six thousand troops not attacking the town, Sharia was severely lacking in good troops and leaders within the army.
Sharia was not overly concerned. She has been in worse battles and has faced worse odds. Besides, this army has her. She'll show them why the King put her in charge, even if she doesn't care what her troops think of her. Her eyes were full o hardened determination and excitement, thinking of the upcoming battle. She can't wait for this to happen! Of course, she also remembers her main objective, one she can't fail. She'll get that done, and she'll have a fun time doing it.
Sharia started giggling, a sound she hasn't done in years, making many wonder what her age is. Sharia had a plan in mind, both for the fighting and for her objective, and she'll take great amusement out of it.
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Marcus Mike was sitting at his desk, in deep thought. His father was getting himself in trouble again. If he didn't find a way to save him soon, the entire house might finally be gone. His father and brothers were both banking on Marcus marrying the princess. If they do so, their house would gain a lot more power. Of course, Marcus wasn't going to allow his family to take advantage of Princess Isalene. He would never allow her to be corrupted. Princess Isalene is nice, pure, and hates violence. It is for this reason that she must be protected. Marcus is aware of how easily someone can break in this world. He knows that Princess Isalene is tough but he'd rather her be safe than sorry.
The sound of knocking stopped Marcus's thinking and he looked up, wondering who it was.
"Come in," Marcus told the person.
The person who came in was a maid with short golden brown hair and fine young features. Her name was Tory, and it was just the maid Marcus wanted to see.
"Ah. Have you the information I wanted?" Marcus asked, getting right to the point.
"Yes," Tory confirmed, bowing, "I have the answers you wanted."
"Dorean was blushing because she accidentally spoke to Princess Isalene without respect, not expecting the Princess to actually talk to her. For what they were talking about, Dorean was telling the Princess of her history with the Princess's Bodyguard, and warning Princess Isalene that staying with the Warmonger is a bad idea."
Marcus nodded and dismissed the maid after she was done giving her report. It made sense to him now why the conversation looked tense between Princess Isalene and Dorean. Also, Marcus was glad that he and Dorean shared the same view on the war criminal. She's was still helping him even when he had doubted her. Why did he doubt Dorean? Probably because he was tired. Yes, that must be it. After all, he trusted Dorean. It was all the stress that Warmonger brought him that made him this way.
'It's all her fault, that war criminal!'
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Princess Isalene and Sharia The Warmonger found themselves in an awkward situation. What's the situation? Bathing.
Before this happened, Isalene was enjoying washing her hair in one of the grand baths around the capital. Today, this place was mostly empty. The few people here took one look at Sharia washing a dagger of blood and quickly finished what they were doing and left. Sharia and Isalene were confused at that. Earlier today, Sharia stumbled upon a pig that a butcher was having a hard time killing. Isalene and Sharia found the situation funny with Isalene trying her best and failing to fully hold in her laughter and Sharia chuckling on the inside. However, when Isalene realized that if she didn't hurry with her bath, she would miss dessert, she asked the butcher if he needed help. The butcher, after seeing the Princess, was instantly embarrassed. He declined but Isalene insisted. After the butcher gave in, Isalene ordered Sharia to kill the pig. Not wanting to use her sword, Sharia pulled out a dagger from a random shelf and threw it at the pig. slicing it clean through the neck, much to the shock of the butcher and Sharia.
Sharia walked over to the dagger and picked it up, examining it. It looked like a normal dagger although it had ridges on it yet it cut cleanly through that pig and was easy to aim...And Sharia did admit that she wasn't the best at throwing daggers. She attended to hurt the pig badly but not ruin the meat too much.
'What an interesting little thing we have here.'
Isalene, seeing the glint in Sharia's eyes, even though they were hidden behind her helmet, realized that she wanted that dagger. So, Isalene turned around and looked up at the butcher.
"Hey! Can she have that dagger?" Isalene asked. The butcher slowly nodded. He had other daggers and he didn't know who that belonged to. It wasn't one he made nor one he bought and it wasn't a family heirloom either. It was probably either a customer's or his moved-on apprentice's dagger. It was highly likely that it was the latter too. Seeing as how he had left the capital two seasons ago, the butcher didn't see the problem.
"Sure," He told Princess Isalene, who gave him a beaming smile in return. When the two left, the butcher remembered what the Princess had said.
"She? That was a she?" The butcher muttered to himself, thinking it over, before shrugging and moving on. He had sworn he saw that knight before. It was only after a couple of hours have passed that the butcher recalled where he saw that knight before.
'That's Cruel Knight! Wait. If Cruel Knight is a woman then that means...'
Later, this turned into a problem.
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And that is why Sharia was washing off the dagger. After Isalene was done washing her hair, she stepped into the bath and began to relax. The water was steamy making it extremely hard to see any details and the water was nice and warm. She didn't have to worry about Sharia seeing her naked...actually, why did she think that? Isalene didn't know but decided to pay it no mind. It was only after a couple of minutes did Isalene realize she didn't know how to wash herself properly. The servants in the castle have always washed her and there were no servants here. Well, there were but they were on break.
Isalene wanted to tell Sharia to go and get them but decided against it. After some panicking, Isalene tried to wash herself. Even though the room was steamy and all Sharia could see was Isalene's silhouette, she realized that she was doing something weird.
"Princess, are you okay? You look like you are drowning or are being bitten by fish."
Sharia really didn't mean anything with what she had said but to Isalene, it sounded disapproving. Isalene stopped shrugging and turned her back to Sharia, thinking of what to do next.
"U-um, c-can you come h-here?"
Sharia barely heard what Isalene had said since her voice was barely above a whisper. Sharia looked at the water, tested how deep it was with her sword, and then started making her way over to an increasingly getting embarrassed Isalene. When Sharia's footsteps stopped behind her, Isalene nearly let out a shocked cry. This was so embarrassing!
'Just ask her and be done with it, Isalene. Be strong. You can do it!'
After her self-prep talk, Isalene opened her mouth and...
....no words came out. Sharia waited as Isalene tried to speak, again and again, each time she failed her embarrassment growing. Finally, Isalee found her voice.
"....I...."
Sharia waited.
'God that was so embarrassing! I said 'I'! I!'
Sharia decided that maybe Isalene needed a little lifeline. Sharia leaned down, getting close to Isalene but not close enough to accidentally touch each other. Sharia's armor is cold after all.
"I what?" She asked. Sharia was very patient, unlike her master.
"I d-don't know how to w-wash myself," Isalene admitted weakly.
Sharia was silent for a long couple of seconds before sighing, her sigh causing Isalene to freeze.
"Then I shall go find someone who works here who can-"
Sharia was cut off when Isalene grabbed her left hand.
"P-please don't go. I'll be embarrassed. B-besides, the people here are on break."
Sharia and Isalene were silent for a while, both thinking about what to do next until, with a sigh, Sharia stabbed the ground below, lodging her sword in it.
"Well, I may not look like it but I know how to wash someone properly. I've done it before so stay still and try not to squirm."
'Ehh?"
"Ehh?"
Before Isalene could protest, Sharia had already put soap on her hands, even though they still had her armor on. Isalene closed her hands and braced herself as Sharia started rubbing her hands together. When Sharia put her hands on Isalene's shoulders, she couldn't help but let out a yelp and try to pull away. Her hands were cold!
Isalene couldn't pull away though, as Sharia had a soft yet firm grip on her. Instead of continuing, she waited until Isalene stopped shivering and calmed down. Once she started, she was quick, thorough, and efficient. Sharia's hands rubbed Isalene's shoulders deeply but not too deeply before moving down her to her armpits and hips. Isalene was shaking now and when Sharia made her way down to her thighs, Isalene let out a tiny moan. She didn't know if it was from Sharia's cold hands or the...feeling she was getting from this.
Sharia continued her washing, getting all around Isalene's thighs and close to her vagina, which caused Isalene to blush deeper. Sharia didn't continue to move down but instead quickly moved up, rubbing Isalene's belly and back. When she was washing her back, Isalene realized that Sharia has claws on her hands. This sent a sense of panic inside her but before she could do anything about it, Sharia gently yet firmly grabbed her left arm and pulled it outwards, and proceeded to wash it. Isalene watched Sharia's hands carefully as they rubbed her left arm. Despite the claws touching her skin at times, she didn't feel them. Sharia was doing this very carefully. When Sharia reached Isalene's hand, she gently bent Isalene's arm down so she could comfortably wash Isalene's hand. She went in and got between every nook and cranny. After that arm was done, Sharia moved on to Isalene's right arm and hand. While Sharia was washing Isalene's right hand, Isalene noticed that her hand wasn't much smaller than Sharia's.
After Sharia was done with Isalene's right arm, Isalene started relaxing, thinking the ordeal was over. Unfortunately, or fortunately, she was wrong. Sharia started rubbing and washing Isalene's breast next, which, despite being on the small side, was something Isalene rarely thinks about. Isalene let out a gasp as Sharia groped her breasts, her heartbeat beating faster and faster in her chest. Then, as quickly as it had begun, Sharia stopped, giving time for Isalene to let out a sigh of...something. Isalene didn't know what she felt in that sigh. Before Isalene could think about anything else, Sharia started to clean Isalene again, this time washing her private area. Isalene moaned in surprise at a sensation she has never felt before and shuddered. Still in shock, Isalene couldn't think straight as Sharia moved on to clean her butt, lifting her gently with her left hand and placing Isalene on her lap when she was finished. She allowed Isalene some time to recover before moving on to the final part of her.
Sharia 'princess carried' Isalene, who was now covering her face. Sharia began to wash the rest of Isalene's legs, gently tucking Isalene's knees in to access her feet. She even cleaned in between her toes. Finally, Sharia was done and Isalene let out a sigh half of content and half of...wanting. Isalene realized she half didn't mind wanting Sharia to continue. This realization caused Isalene to blushed even deeper than she already was, which was pretty deep, and bury her head deeper into her hands.
"I must say, Princess, I am impressed. Despite your shaking, you didn't actually squirm or put up much of a fight. You're the first person who hasn't on their first time. Apparently, you trust me enough," Sharia added the last part to herself but Isalene still heard it. Isalene felt like she was going to faint after hearing Sharia praise her, something she has been trying to get her to do for a while now. It felt...good.
Sharia stood up, still carrying Isalene, and brought her out of the bath, and gently placed her on a bench. Sharia grabbed a bucket and filled it up with the warm bath water and soaked a nearby rag in it. After Sharia did that, she dumped the water on Isalene, albeit gently, rinsing her off, and then proceeded to get any spot she missed that still had soap on it with the rag. After Sharia was done, she grabbed a towel and placed it around Isalene. Sharia snorted at remembering the name, 'towel'. Where she came from, it was called wilken.
After drying Isalene off, Sharia left her to get her weapon. When she returned, Isalene was getting dressed, though Sharia noticed a blank expression was on her face.
"Isalene, are you okay?"
Isalene flinched when she heard Sharia calling her name and she turned to face her. For some reason, Isalene felt that Sharia was even more imposing than she was before.
"Y-yes. I'm f-fine. Just a little bit...shaken."
Isalene shook her head. She wasn't really fine. Her thoughts were a mess.
Sharia was silent for about a minute before she offered Isalene her hand.
"Shall we get going? You don't want to miss dessert, am I right?"
Isalene looked at Sharia's hand before looking up at her. After a couple of moments of silence, Isalene stood up and grabbed Sharia's hand, the small blush on her face growing for some reason.
"Sure!?" Isalene confirmed though she couldn't help but think it came out like a question. For Sharia, she was concerned that the Princess might have overheated a little. Why else would she be blushing?
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