After Ayla and Robart ate, servants came with the bath and hot water. He waited until the servants prepared the bath and then sent them all away. He will bathe Ayla.

"Come, Ayla," Robart said and extended a hand to her.

"Oh, but the servants are gone, and I need help with my dress," she said, looking at her feet.

The dress she was wearing had buttons behind her back, and she could not reach them.

"I will help you with the bath. Come here."

Ayla could not believe her ears. Him, King Robart, would help her? What this some kind of a trick? A test? Robart was cold to her since the beginning, and now he wants to help her with the bath?

Robart waited a bit longer for Ayla to do as he said, but he got impatient when he saw that she did not go to him.

"I already told you I don't like to wait. Don't make me repeat myself."

Ayla's cheek burned with shame. She really didn't want to make him wait, but what he said took her by surprise. She finally went to him, but her heart beat like a drum.

As soon as Ayla stood in front of him, Robart started helping her take the dress off. He purchased it ten days ago from the Strong Arms Clan because all the clothes Ayla had are not fitted for his homeland. He will have to buy her more warm clothes.

Once her dress was removed, Ayla remained in her undergarments. Robart could see the contour of her breasts and wanted to touch her but restrained himself. For now.

Ayla moved to enter the bath, but Robart stopped her.

"You also have to remove your undergarments," he said.

Ayla could no believe her ears. She has to remove her undergarments? But at home, she never did this. In all her twenty-two years, she never stood naked before another person.

"No, I can't take it off. Then I will be naked, and you..." she desperately said.

"I won't be doing anything, for the moment. I only help you with the bath because I am sure you can't do this simple task by yourself."

Ayla could not believe how low Robart thought of her. She could bathe alone. And to wash without her undergarment?

"Yes, but I can bathe with my undergarments on. I always do it like this," Ayla said.

"You have strange ways in Myrthana. In Nordmar, people wash naked. Take your undergarments off. I want to see you."

Ayla was sure she was red from head to toe. How could he ask of her to do something so indecent? To take all of her clothes off and to stand naked in front of him. What will he think of her? There was no way she could do this.

"You are making me wait again. Let this be your last time. Next time I will punish you. And it is normal for a husband to see his wife naked. Here, let me take this off of you," he said and yanked her undergarments before she could protest any further.

By Innos! She had a beautiful body, a body he will be enjoying soon. He was sure her breasts would fit perfectly in his hands. Her abdomen was flat, and her legs long. Robart imagined her legs wrapped around his waist, and he got hard. He inhaled deeply and pushed the image aside. He will bed her later.

Ayla tried to cover herself with her hands, but Robart grabbed her hands, stopping her.

"You will never hide your body from me. Every time I wish to see it, you will get naked for me. Do you understand?"

Ayla shallowed hard and nodded. If this is was he wanted, she had to obey.

"Get in, or the water will get cold," Robart told Ayla.

In the end, Ayla did as Robart asked of her. After all, he was her husband, and if she didn't do as he said, he had any right to hit her. She got in the water, and Robart started taking her braids off. After that, he washed her hair.

With a cloth, Robart started scrubbing each inch of Ayla. First, he washed her breast, toy with her pink nipples, pinching them between his index and thumb. Whatever he was doing to her, it hurt, but she kept quiet. Her nanny told her that whatever her husband did to her in the bedroom, Ayla had to keep quiet and endure. She bit back a moan of pain and waited for Robart to stop.

He pinched her nipples for a little longer, then his hand descended, and he started stroking her clit.

"Has anyone touched you like this before?" Robart asked with anger in his voice.

How can he think that another did this to her? That another man touched her like this?

"No, you are the first one," she said in a shamed voice.

Why was he touching her like this? She did not understand. Ayla wanted to escape him and his fingers, but he kept touching her and more. It made her feel stranger. Her body was hot, and Ayla felt a strange sensation in her most intimate place.

"Let go," Robart instructed her.

She shook her head.

"No! Something is happening...." She whimpered, moving her head from a side to th other.

Moments later, Ayla felt a strange sensation in all her body. Like something exploded inside of her, and her heart beat fast. What did he do to her?

"Next time, don't fight me," Robart said in a harsh tone.

Robart continued cleaning her. When she was clean, he got a big, puffy towel and helped her out of the bath.

"Do you need more help?" Robart asked.

"No, I am fine. Thank you!" Ayla said.

She was still shocked by what happened while he helped her bathe. The way he touched her and how her body reacted. She could still feel the effects of his touch on her body.

She started drying herself with the towel. After that, she looked for an undergarment in one of her chests, put it on, and got in bed.

While Ayla what busy getting in bed, Robart got in the bath and started cleaning himself.

Once cleaned, he put on a clean tunic and entered the bed. Robart got next to Ayla, spooned her, putting a hand around her waist, burying his nose in her hair.

Ayla was half asleep when she felt Robart getting in bed, close to her. She really did not understand him. Why was he hugging her?

She felt something hard poking her in the ass. Does he have a weapon with him in bed? She tried to move her ass, wanting to know what it was that poked her when he heard him groan.

"Stop moving like that, or else I won't be able to stop myself, and you are too tired for me today," Robart said. Once more, he sounded angry.

Not only that Ayla was tired, but Robart needed to rest as well. Tomorrow he will be buried deep inside her body.

Ayla stopped any movement. She was even afraid to breathe. Stop himself from doing what? And he always sounds angry with her.

Slowly, Ayla drifted to sleep while she kept thinking of Robart's words.

Robart never felt like this in his entire life. He needed to be inside Ayla. But she was sleeping peacefully next to him. He will wait until tomorrow. More, he was sure he could not because this was pure agony. He couldn't sleep all night because every time she moved or brushed her body against him, he felt full of need. His cock stood hard as steel the entire time he stood in bed, next to her.

What irony, his body wanted what his heart hated.