It was one thing to slam the curtains. Now that he'd done that, how was he to bathe? His body towel wasn't in the tub, nor was it hanging in the usual spot.
He stretched his hands outward. "I need my towel"
"Uoo? I thought you didn't need my help"
"Tsk… as if." He rose from the tub, night robes dripping, and yanked the curtains open.
"Oh." The King recoiled at the sheer force of the fling.
Contrary to the King's expectation, Ajab wore a smile. The fact that it was forced made his face wrinkle—on such a tiny face it looked almost adorable, but so what?
"Could Father help this one and call his attendants?" His smile wavered, threatening to collapse.
"Hahaha!" The King broke into a booming laugh—he simply couldn't restrain it.
Ajab only stared, blank-faced, eyes unimpressed. He genuinely saw nothing amusing.
