Xerxes exhales pouring the cold water over his head, his hand now feeling clean after the hours he spent staring down at those traitors in his dungeons. He never felt this way. The lingering feeling of sweat and blood although he had none on him. The smell down there was far from breathable but for some reason he had to pour a bucket down his body to feel clean. He wanted to be clean when he touched her.
Had she not been here, like those days before his wedding. He would simply take off those clothes throw them on the ground and sleep in his well-made bed. Without a worry of whose blood dried over his legs and arms, or his smell. But the thought of being near Ruby with that irked him. She was so pure, smelled perfect, always clean and tidy. Even her sweat smelled sweet to him as he f****
