Duke, I Want a Child

Yasmine glanced at Yang’s guard and looked at the maid, pitifully bent head like a scared goose.
One of her cheeks was swollen red.
The maid did not turn her head toward Yasmine , as the spirit that had been blocking her before had disappeared.
“Lady.”
As if to get inside, Yang guard gestured her to go inside.
She was rushed inside. The humid hot steam blew into the bath. Her dried clothes seemed to stick to the skin due to the damp moist air. Master Jeon had put his arms in a rectangular tub made of smooth stones.
“Are you angry?”
His sudden words bewildered the woman who was in a daze.
I blinked my limp eyes. General Jeon beckoned Yasmine to come to him.
“It’s my sister’s duty, isn’t it? To wait for me in the bath. But when you just heat up the water and run away, I can’t help but think that you’re angry about being scared at the door.”
“No, it’s just… another company…I thought it would be okay for someone else to serve.” She mumbled her way to him.
As she approached the back of the General, Yasmine took out a towel from the basket and soaked it in water. She sat on the bathtub stool, staring at his statue-like back.