Jasper's POV

Once I left her bed-chamber, I felt that odd protectiveness for her begin to eat at me. I wanted nothing more than to take it out on the servants who were to draw her bath last night.

"It was an honest mistake; She could have told them." I reminded myself, not wanting to be a jackass to anyone who didn't deserve it.

"God's, this girl is going to be the death of me," I thought to myself.

I felt foolish for getting worked up over lavatory supplies. I had never felt this protective in this way over anyone. I mean, I am protective of my men and our women. I protect our way of life, our territory, and all we have. However, this feeling was somehow different than that.

I felt guilty for her having gone without and not feeling as welcome as I had hoped. Obviously, she wouldn't be all that happy after being taken from her home. She knew her father had given her to us, but she didn't understand why.

I at least wanted to make her as comfortable as possible until we could figure out how she would play out in all this mess.

I wanted to do something special, other than bringing her the basic stuff, sort of as an apology. I felt bad for the whole cauterizing thing too. I didn't think about how it wasn't an everyday occurrence in human culture. The healer visited me this morning and was shocked when I told her how I went about cauterizing my wound.

Let's just say she was not happy with me. You'd think as a big brutish Orc, I wouldn't bow to anyone, but that woman was mean as she was small. I chuckled to myself as I thought about how she fussed at me for a good twenty minutes before letting me be.

I decided to speak with Helena about putting together something nice for her. Helena was sort of a mother figure to most of us Orc men. Her husband was one of the elder Orruk. Helena makes most of the salves, balms, and soaps; and does a good bit of the cooking.

Finally, I made it to the kitchen. Just as I suspected, Helena was here creating some concoction. I think she was rendering tallow when I walked in.

"Good morning Jasper," She said cocking an eyebrow. "I heard you've got a princess on your hands. I figured it was only a matter of time before you came looking for me," she chuckled.

"Is it that obvious," I said sheepishly.

She smiled at me thoughtfully. "What does the poor lass need then?"

I hesitated, not wanting to seem soft for the princess. I'd already given Sten the idea that I was. "I wanted to get a few lavatory supplies for her. The servant girls forgot to bring anything for her last night. She brought nothing with her last night when she came."

"Oh, the poor dear, does she not have any clothes with her?" She asked as she rambled through a supply closet, grabbing a few jars.

"Unfortunately not," I admitted.

"I figured," she sighed. "There were traders set up nearby our borders a few days ago. You might find her a few things there. In the meantime, I'll look around and see what we have. Anyway,

here you are." she said, handing me a bag.

"What's all this then."

"Lavatory supplies, fool," She chuckled. "There should be soap and balm made from goat's milk and honey. I also put in some oil for her to use if she needs it."

"Ah, thank you," I said gratefully. I was sort of confused about why someone needed all that. I mean, all I needed was soap to wash my dick. Then I left to set out on the second half of my quest, find this girl some clothes.

After Helena and I finished talking, I set out to find Sten's lazy ass. I go to his quarters, but as usual, he is nowhere to be found. I then headed to the Great hall. I had my suspicions.

Unsurprisingly, I found him butt-ass naked on top of one of the banquet tables with an entertainer. They were both wrapped in the tablecloth, unconscious from ale and fucking.

"Sten!" I yelled out. "Get your ass up. It's almost mid-day."

Of course, he didn't even flinch. However, his bedmate did. She jumped up and tried to cover her tits with one arm and cunt with the other. She climbed down from the table, nearly tripping over him. She scooped up her dress.

"I am so sorry, my lord," she said with a shaky voice; before fleeing the scene.

"Sten, wake your ass up," I said again. He didn't move.

"Well, you leave me no choice," I muttered.

I grabbed a mop bucket at the far end of the room and came to him. I leaned over him, dumping the brown water over his face. Then I quickly backed away.

He came up swinging before getting caught in the table cloth and landed on his big head. He sat there a moment, confused and rubbing at the growing knot.

"What the fuck, Jasper!" he groaned. "I ought to kick your ass for that."

"We've got shit to do, quit whining like a bitch and go put some clothes on."

"What do we need to be doing that is so important," he said, getting up.

"I'll tell you when we get there."

"Whatever, man." He didn't bother to cover himself and went striding toward the exit when a servant girl walked in. She froze in place and gasped as her cheeks turned garnet. The dirty bastard winked at her as he walked out the door.

I rolled my eyes and gave her an apologetic look before following after him.