Cameos

Bathtub Blues

Inspired by my Bathtub Muse

“Lothiriel, sit down again this instant.” By order of the King.

Bathwater swirled around them as she turned to face him. “Let go, Éomer.”

“Don’t leave me.” Éomer King nearly groveled, clinging to Lothíriel’s damp legs.

“I’ll be right back.” She leaned over the rim of the tub in a distracting fashion reaching her towel.

“The water will get cold.” Amongst other things. “Can’t this wait?”

“Where’s your famous self-discipline, Oh King?”

“Wench.”

“I’ve been stuck on this line for ages, Éomer. I might forget it.”

“Is translation more important than bathing with your husband? Stop wiggling!”

She was gone.

Damn.

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