Lord Kingsale retires

After a long time of talking, eating, and drinking, Lord Kingsale stands and bows politely to his host. "I think that it is time I retire. It has been a long journey."

"Of course" replies the Lord of the Manor "Rest well. We can discuss things further once you're properly refreshed" he says, glancing at you with a knowing look briefly.

Lord Kingsale smiles "Yes, I look forward to my bed chambers. Lead on" he instructs you. You walk ahead of Lord Kingsale towards the guest quarters that the steward told you Kingsale would be staying in while he was visiting. After a few false turns, you finally find the correct door. Rather than being annoyed at your ineptitude, Lord Kingsale seems to find it amusing. You heard him chuckle from time to time when you lost your way.

The room inside was prepared: a large four poster bed with a thick down mattress, hung with embroidered curtains. There was a large fireplace, not currently lit owing to the warm night, and a night stand with a fresh jug of water, wash basin, and various oils and perfumes. By the side of the bed is a small servants cot so you can remain with Kingsale through the night.

You pour some water into the bowl while Kingsale gets undressed. You fold his clothes away neatly, avoiding looking at him. Again, you hear a chuckle. "So shy" he says. From the clothes you've folded away, you know he must be naked. You hear him splash himself in the bowl, washing himself.

"You should wash too" he says, his tone firm enough to make it clear this wasn't an option.

You head over to the wash basin and wash your face, the cold water cooling your crimson cheeks.

"And the rest" he says, stepping in close to you "here, I'll help with your tunic". He slowly lifts your tunic up off over your head, running his hands along your torso as he does so. On the night stand is a polished bronze mirror, which gives a slightly distorted reflection. You can see Kingsale behind you, his eyes looking you up and down.

You take the small ball of sea sponge and wash your armpits and chest. "I'll do your back for you" says Kingsale, stepping in close to take the sponge from you, enough that his warm chest presses against your back. He runs the sponge over your back slowly, allowing small beads of water to trickle down the curve of your spine.

"Slip those trousers off. We don't want to ruin your new clothes" You gulp and hesitate.