"Who's there?" Bazeel was greatly shocked. He looked toward Evelyn, startling her as well.
"Was it you who just spoke?" he asked.
"No, Your Majesty, you might have misheard," Evelyn spoke with total admiration.
"Kneel down and massage my feet!" Bazeel was so frustrated that he slapped Evelyn across the face and shouted a command.
Evelyn, who was usually strong-willed, surprisingly showed no temper. She obediently knelt down and started massaging his legs and feet.
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