The Barbarian’s Vow (Barbarian Duet #2)

C ador stood uselessly as two men entered Jem’s colorful chamber high in the castle carrying a tub of steaming water. They grunted, arms straining.

“Let me help.” Cador reached for the tub, but they sidestepped, shaking their heads with wide eyes.

At least they seemed accustomed to the task, turning in unison and finding their way through another doorway. Cador followed, struck by the green-blue tiles covering the floor of this smaller room.

Stepping cautiously, finding the tiles smooth and cool under his bare feet, he watched with surprise as the servants emptied the tub into an even bigger tub. This one sat in the center of the tiled room, molded of some sort of sturdy metal that looked gilded in gold.