Chapter 12 Lenalee
- “Shall I wash your hair, Lady Rosaria?” Lenalee asked as she caressed the strands of my hair.
- “Ah, n-no, I can do it my-myself,” I stammered and I quickly pursed my lips before I uttered another humiliating word.
- She had a look of a small, whimpering dog after my response. “I understand, my lady.”