Chapter 17

Chapter 17
Awake?
Alexander found his body reacting faster than his thoughts. And in a blink of an eye, he found himself standing before the main building with Dugo by his side. Brodie and Leith were on different assignments for the day.
The duo slowly entered the main building among the nodding of several guards.
Normally, they would vocally salute their laird. But since the lass's arrival, no one was to call Alexander a Laird just yet.
No one was to mention him being called Alexander at all. He went by a fake name and that was that.
Ascending the stairs, Alexander and Dugo paused by the door, knowing he couldn't reveal himself to her yet.
They listened in on the lady's conversation, feeling no shame for their actions. Hey, the lass still hadn't told them why she was adamant about coming here. So they had every right to pry.
What was more shocking was how accepting the women were of Jane.
In the first place, Scottish women were not easy to win over, talk less of those from the Mackay clan.
Being werewolves it's only normal they were less accepting of outsiders. In the clan, these 5 women were one of the hardest to please.
Amid outsiders, they always gave a casual but distant smile to them. Yet Jane had brought real smiles to their faces in such a short time.
Was she an expert sent by the enemy to infiltrate their lands? Has someone found out their identities as werewolves and sent her here?
Or was she truly innocent and just a very friendly person by nature? Hey felt the latter was the case. But as the saying goes:... where there is smoke, there must be fire. Where there is doubt there must be a reason for the doubt. One could never be too certain.
Dugo placed a heavy hand on Alexander's shoulder. "Old friend. Since she's awake, tis time to give her the audience she has been asking for. It's time we know what she wants."
"Hmmm..." Alexander clenched his fists, releasing a deep sigh of relief.
Dugo was right. He can't let his feelings get in the way of his duty.
"Since the lass is alright, send someone to get her ready!"
With that, she made a sharp turn, heading for his chambers on the highest floor.
"Yes." Dugo nodded, looking at his laird's heavy shoulders. And with his mouth twisted in a form of a tightened 'O', he released a sound only dogs and werewolves could hear.
Those downstairs, as well as those co vesting with Jane, momentarily froze, but soon returned to normal.
"Ah!"
Gwen slapped her thigh, as though forgetting something, rushing to help Jane up. "Silly us! We forgot we are to prepare you for an audience with our Laird the moment you wake."
Jane almost fainted from nervousness. "So soon?"
"Yes. Yes. Yes! That's right, dear." The others agreed also rushing to assist. "We have to get you washed and cleaned for an audience."
"Wait! Wait! Hold on for a minute! Weren't you the ones who told me to rest? Gwen, didn't you say you won't have your patients running around under your watch?"
"Did I say that? Hmm... It's starting to skip my mind. Perhaps you heard wrong?"
"_"
Like hell I did! Jane cursed inwardly watching herself being carried away.
Damn. She had never seen women turn their faces faster than this group.
Who was it who said she can rest and take all the time she needs? Who was it who said their laird was probably training and would see her later?
Jane had grievances but no one to complain to.
Sigh...
Where is customer service for time traveling when you need one?
'Damn Tour guide! Don't let me catch you or you’ll be dead!' Jane inwardly promised, envisioning herself strangling the ginger-haired tour guide.
Just what till she gets her hands on him?
In another room on the same floor, Jane was rushed in and stripped naked in a blink of an eye.
More and more heads appeared from the door, entering and exiting the room in a stampede.
The room was a massive gathering room for those of status, living in the main building. There were massive bathing tubs and structures, the size of jacuzzis. Jane was quickly placed in an enormous golden tube and began lathering her up at every given moment.
The water inside was warm, but the soapy mixture they poured over her was as chilly as ice.
SPLASH!~
Water spilled to the floor in big heaps, and was drained by the many square lines on the floor, leading the water to an opening on the wall.
There was a small metal tube connected to the outside structure allowing the water to drain down via gravity and exit the space.
Splash! Splash! Scrub! Scrub! Slap! Slap!
Splash!
Jane had never felt her body scrubbed so harshly before.
She felt her skin would be ripped and peeled off by the time they were done.
In the meantime, Claris and Anne were like generals on a battlefield, commanding the many legions of maids rushing in and out.
How can people who were so sweet and bubbly seconds ago become so scary? Jane was beginning to doubt her life
"Dammit, Bianca, where is the water? We need more hot water here!"
"Olivia! I said Rose's, not tulips! We need Roses in the hot water now!"
"You there! What are you doing? Can't you see the lady's hair isn't washed yet? Get on it fast before I descend on you!"
"Oh my God, Camilla! What about the clothes I asked you and your group to bring? No! Not those! The new ones are in the blue chest box in the storage room! Bring them all! We don't know her right size yet."
"Good heavens! Am I among idiots? Has it been so long since we had a guest in the main house that you've forgotten what it's like to do your jobs?"
"Listen here and listen good! If the laird is disappointed, though he might not take action, you best believe we will!"