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Atticus was taking a lot longer in the bathroom than Daphne expected. She thought he would be dressed the moment he washed himself, but he was taking an extraordinarily long time. He didn't have long hair to wash!

Normally, she would knock on the door to check if he had drowned himself in the bathtub, but right now, she was the one that wanted to take a long deep dive into the water and not resurface.

Instead, Daphne anxiously paced around the room, biting her lip as she tried to form an apology for grabbing somewhere so sensitive. Her tutors have schooled her in royal etiquette, but they had never taught her how to respond to such a situation. 

How could she have grabbed his manhood as though it was a pole? Without permission? What if she had accidentally ripped it off?

What if Atticus got so angry he sent her back to the palace? 

A low groan escaped the room. Daphne paused, her face turning red as she realized what was happening.