CHAPTER FORTY SIX

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Amerlye stares at her in shock as though Annalisa had said something abominable ''My Lady, what are you saying?''

Annalisa closes her fist, she swallows hard, with a straight face ''I am saying that you prepare a warm bucket, soap and the towel with a hardened brush for skin and then ointment, i desire to use it for my lord''

''Okay my Lady, i would do it as soon as i prepare a meal and-''

''No, set it for me, i would do it''

''My Lady, you would do it?''

''Yes'' she chokes out not staring at her

''My Lady..you would do it yourself?'' Amerlye repeated the question, she needed to make sure she was hearing clearly.

''Are you deaf Amerlye or you instead to be silly at the moment, do you require that i repeat myself?''

''No my lady!''

''Hurry along then'' she says angrily

''Yes My lady'' Amerlye bows and then rushes out of her chamber. The door closes.