Chapter 17. His Lips Met Her Skin

Iris picked up the wet white linen shirt from inside the basket and shook it out to remove any water if any was present in it. She got on her toes and draped the shirt on the clothesline. She did the same with the other shirts.

“Why did Master Adolphus close the washhouse from inside when he knew that I was also present there? Was he talking about that kind of punishment where he would put me in danger?” She mumbled and bent down to pick up another shirt. She stood straight and hung the last shirt on the clothesline before clipping its ends so that it would not fall with the breeze.

She put the sleeves of her dress down and picked up the bucket to go back to the washhouse when her forehead hit a solid mass. She lifted her eyes and again saw Adolphus in front of her.

“Did I ask you to leave?” He asked.

“Was I supposed to ask the Crown Prince? I know his tactics. He wants to punish me. That’s why he is playing that way,” Iris stated as she walked past him.