Lara chuckled. "Your Highness, are you shy?" She said in a teasing tone.
Alaric gritted his teeth, a surge of frustration bubbling beneath the surface. How could this woman remain so calm and unaffected? She was acting as if she was accustomed to witnessing such sights? The rugged mountains had surrounded her for over two years now, shielding her from the world—yet here she stood, unfazed and serene, in front of a half-naked man.
Lara felt that Alaric would stay in the tub unless she left. She didn't expect that men were so 'prim and proper' in ancient times, unlike the men during the 21st century, who would parade their naked bodies with pride.
She went to check on Agilus who was still sleeping. She undid the bandage and applied medicinal salve on his wound before dressing it, then left the room in a hurry.
Alaric heaved a sigh of relief. He hurriedly left the tub and got dressed before joining the others in having breakfast.
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