Page 125 of Savage Throne
I widened my eyes and leaned back in shock.
Alright. . .this is really going to be weird to get used to.
They wrapped warm towels wrapped around my calves, softening my skin. Next, they shaved every inch with the same grace they had shown my head. Their touch was neither clinical nor hesitant—it was loving and respectful, as though they were sculpting a goddess, and not simply tending to me.
So. . .I won’t even be shaving my legs myself?
Minutes later, they finished, and my skin shifted to impossibly smooth. With that, they dried me with thick, velvety towels and massaged more fragrant oils onto my skin.
I couldn’t help but feel spoiled.
Treasured.
We left after that and returned to the main tent.
The space hummed with electric energy as the women worked around me, getting makeup out, shoes, undergarments, jewelry.
All I could do was stand around and take this all in.
“Excuse me, Mountain Mistress.” A woman carried in a laptop. “The Grand Master wants you to see this.”
“Okay.” I put my view on the laptop.
The screen showed a news broadcast.
I widened my eyes.
It was of the East. The camera panned over the crowd gathered at the Palace gates. Many held blue candles.
People chanted.“Mountain Mistress! Mountain Mistress!”
My breath caught.
Holy shit.
The screen cut to a sweeping view of the Palace grounds, blanketed in flowers and offerings.
“We love you!”
I blinked and checked out the stuff they’d put around the Palace gates—blue silks, carved figurines, and notes.
The woman placed the laptop on the nearest dresser.
I swallowed. “When did this happen?”
“It is live, Mountain Mistress. It is happening right now.”
What the fuck?
I almost passed out.
Two other attendants came over and began prepping me. Makeup brushes swept across my skin, dusting my cheeks with a faint copper shimmer and adding color here and there.
Another woman’s fingers worked quickly, applying kohl to my eyes. Although her touch was steady despite the tremor I could sense in her hands.
I looked in the mirror.
The kohl made my gaze more intense, more piercing, as if my very stare could cut through steel.
