The queen's adviser

  "Get out!" Nazneen curled up, trying her best to hide her body, and kept throwing him whatever she could find. "Don't look!" She panicked looking for somewhere she could hide. 

He tore the skirt she threw at him from his face and tossed it aside. 

"Have you no shame?" She asked when he stared blatantly as she held the small towel around her body. 

"Shame?" he raised a brow. "Not anymore. I am trying to adapt to your culture." 

While he spoke, she turned away from him in the stool she was sitting on so he could only see her back. 

"Please leave," she said, hiding behind her long hair and burning with fury when she heard him ignore her and step closer. 

"Did you hurt yourself?" He asked, now sounding serious.

"No," she hunched and flinched when she saw him from the corner of her eye before she could make a serious threat.