Yetta and Cerelia coordinated their efforts to undress Kaiden, working to remove his outer shirt. Kaiden fought against their grip, trying to free himself as he tugged and pulled, but he held back from exerting too much force, concerned about injuring the attendants. Despite his resistance, the two women continued to work quickly and efficiently, making further progress in undressing him.
With practiced ease, Yetta and Cerelia worked in sync to remove Kaiden's undershirt, his bare chest and back were exposed. Their gentle movements were deliberate, their hands gracefully navigating around the pendant's presence. They deftly avoided direct contact with the sacred amulet, demonstrating their respect for its significance. Yetta and Cerelia's focus was not just on the act of undressing but on preserving the sanctity and meaning of the pendant, ensuring that it remained untouched by their actions.
Yetta repeatedly told him, "Stay still," and "Your Grace, stop moving." Cerelia couldn't help but let out a few giggles, enjoying the unfolding scene. Kaiden was grateful he wasn't ticklish, but felt uncomfortable with the sensation of their hands on his skin.
Despite Kaiden's protestations, the wet cloth promptly touched his face before he could utter another word. His pleas of "Please, ladies" and "Stop, stop. I can wash myself" went unheeded as Yetta and Cerelia continued their task with unwavering determination. The two attendants ignored his objections, working diligently to cleanse him.
Yetta meticulously moved the wet cloth from Kaiden's face, gliding it down his neck, chest, and stomach before gliding it up to his shoulders once more. Cerelia provided support by bracing Kaiden, preventing him from moving too much and accidentally knocking her away. With this advantage, Yetta continued to work with the cloth, gently cleansing his skin.
As Yetta made progress with the cloth, wiping his upper body, Kaiden's body began to react with slight fidgeting and goosebumps rising on his skin. The sensation of the wet cloth and the touch of the attendants caused him some discomfort that gradually increased. Finally, as Yetta worked on his back, Kaiden thought the ordeal was nearing its end and allowed himself to relax briefly.
Once Yetta had completed cleansing Kaiden's upper body, she stepped back to re-soak the cloth in the bowl of water. After squeezing it gently to remove excess moisture, she then approached him, saying, "Now, it's time to move on to your lower half, Your Grace." Kaiden braced himself once again, aware that there was more work to be done.
A wave of apprehension washed over Kaiden as he instinctively protested, "Ladies, please, I can handle that part on my own. Seriously." Cerelia maintained a firm grip on his shoulders, effectively restraining him from moving. Kaiden's unease intensified, fully aware that the attendants were determined to complete the task, whether he liked it or not.
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Kaiden felt a slight pull in his chest, an indication of his panic manifesting as celestial energy. A tingling sensation spread across his chest, making him instinctively clench his fists to hold back the energy. The fear of potential repercussions loomed over him, knowing that releasing his power could harm the attendants or himself. He gritted his teeth, attempting to control the celestial energy coursing through him.
Yetta made a move towards the waistband of Kaiden's trousers, causing him to shift awkwardly in an attempt to move away. However, Cerelia firmly restrained him, preventing him from escaping. With a mix of anxiety and realization, Kaiden realized that if his trousers were removed, only his boxers would remain covering him. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, intensifying his discomfort.
As Yetta's fingers brushed against the fabric of Kaiden's trousers, all three individuals abruptly stopped. The peaceful atmosphere outside was shattered by a sudden loud crash from outside Kaiden's quarters, followed by loud commotion. The sudden interruption startled them, halting their actions in anticipation of the unfolding situation.
The guards' voices echoed through the room, shouting, "Halt! Identify yourself!" followed by the clashing of swords, creating a cacophony of sound. As the commotion outside intensified, Yetta and Cerelia's fear grew evident on their faces. Kaiden swiftly sprang into action, pushing them towards a corner where they could find safety behind a screen. He positioned himself protectively in front of them, shielding them from the potential danger that lurked outside his quarters.
With a touch of self-depreciation, he thought to himself, "At least the cleansing has come to an end, even if not in the most ideal way. As a priestess, this is simply ridiculous at times." Despite the chaotic situation unfolding outside, he took solace in the temporary respite from the intense and uncomfortable cleansing ritual.
Kaiden maintained his protective stance in front of the screen, his heart pounding with fear as the noise outside fell silent. His gaze shifted towards the door, where he saw his shirts discarded on a nearby chair, reminding him of his vulnerable state. With a mixture of frustration and trepidation, he thought to himself, "Damn it, I'm only halfway dressed. This situation just keeps getting worse." The gravity of the predicament weighed heavily on him, as he braced himself for whatever lay beyond the door.
Yetta pleaded softly, "Your Grace, please hide," but Kaiden refused, turning slightly to address her. With a determined expression, he assured them, "I'll be fine. They're after me, not you. Stay hidden, and I'll handle it." Despite the danger outside, Kaiden remained unwavering, ready to face whatever lay beyond the door. His protective instincts kicking in, urging him to shield the attendants from harm. Yetta, sensing his resolve, knew it would be futile to argue further.
As the door slowly opened, its frame pushed aside by a blade, Kaiden's attention was immediately drawn to the intruders who entered his quarters, clad in all black. With a mixture of anticipation and apprehension, he remained still, assessing the situation and waiting to see what their intentions were. The air of tension hung heavy in the room as he prepared for whatever might unfold.