The General - S01 E54

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The General - S01 E54

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 54

JOAN

My nails bite into my palms, and my clenched teeth fight each other.

With my eyes shooting daggers, I walk past War and the Entertainer, who straightens and looks at me with displeasure. Meanwhile, War looks amused.

I glare at him too for not kicking that bitch on her ass. I don't care that she's doing her job of satisfying Masters. War is my man, and she knows that by now.

Feeling jealous, I blurt as we pass by. "Yenni, remind me to get some candles. It reeks of desperation around here."

The silly jab is the only thing I can offer. I've learned my lesson, and I can't attack the Entertainer again. I don't want to bring War any more trouble.

"Joan," War calls for me.

My vagina— the traitorous bitch, clenches at the call of its Master.

Me, though? I'm feeling childish.

"Sorry, General. I have things to tend to."

With that sassy response, I go on about my business. It's not like War will be angry at me over the comment. That king of men is too confident to feel emasculated by being ignored. He's probably smirking right now.

"You did well, Miss," Yenni tells me when I enter our tent.

"Yenni, please call me Joan. I'm not above you."

She takes the bag of spices I hold, which we previously argued about who gets to carry it, and sets it down.

"Of course you are. The General chose me to serve you, and I will do this job to the best of my ability."

She smiles sweetly. I'm sure we'll become close friends. I have yet to find out which Master she's in love with, but I hope it works out for her because she's a nice person.

She helps me to a bath. It still feels incredibly awkward to be looked after as if I'm some princess, so I often urge her to sit down and take a break.

When I'm done with my bath, I toss a robe that Yenni passes me. The material is so nice that I feel like hanging it up and never wearing it. Beside my hesitance, Yenni makes me slide it on.

"Why don't you take a bath too?"

She looks at me as if I've suggested murder. "I can't sit in The General's bath tub!"

"Of course you can. It's just a tub. I promise he won't mind. This tent could catch fire and ruin everything in here and that goof would probably get mad at me for tossing a bucket of water into the flames."

Her discomfort darkens. "You cannot call The General a goof. He would feel disrespected."

I'm often surprised at how terrified everyone is of War. He's so soft on me that I got comfortable quick.

"Come on. Sit in the tub and I'll scrub your back." I push my sleeves back and gesture to the tub.

"I am your maid, not the other way around," she argues.

"Please, Yenni? It would make me thrilled. Hurry in, the water is getting cold."

She looks at me, and back at the tub. "Can you not tell The General about this?"

"I won't."

She hesitates, but undresses. I'm happy to fold her dress aside and grab the cleansing oils. Yenni rushes through her bath, beside my warnings to slow down. I take my time to wash her back. We speak little, but I chuckle whenever she reminds me to hurry up.

This intimate exchange helps me bond with her. I've never been this physically close to an Entertainer; never got a chance to admire their beauty because so many of them only showed ugliness.