Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir

She's driving me crazy

*Christain*

After fighting relentlessly, she gave up. I really wasn't willing to let her go. Not now. I placed her on her feet, pulled up her hair into a ponytail.

'You'll have to sit in the bath tub'

She rolled her eye balls. 'I told you before, I'm not ready to do this. I want to be left alone'

I sighed audibly. 'I almost forgot how stubborn you are'.

I swept her off her feet, positioned her well into the tub. I pulled off my shirt, hung it on the small hanger on the bathroom wall. I proceeded to ask if she's in for pulling her dress also to prevent it from getting wet. As expected she declined. I turned on the water heater and let the tap run. Certain enough her hair was wet enough, I grabbed the shampoo, poured quite an amount on my palm then rubbed it into her hair. My mind drifted, memories made way into my head as I continued the process. I always watched my mum do this to her hair when I was still a toddler. She would let me hold the shampoo and allow me pour the quantity she