Visenya's mind spun with confusion, trying to make sense of Lucian's unexpected behavior. Could it be possible that he was actually showing a flicker of kindness towards her? It seemed almost inconceivable, considering she knew all too well that Lucian only cared about his own interests. But what co
Lucian woke up an hour later, famished from all the work he had done that morning, not to mention the little self-play he had just indulged in. When he entered the kitchen, Visenya was nowhere to be found, and none of the slaves knew her whereabouts, but Lucian had a hunch.The sound of the lavatory
A whirlwind of emotions stirred inside Visenya as she stood frozen at Lucian's door. Anger coursed through her veins, fueled by his brash demeanor towards her. At the same time, a deep sense of hurt gnawed at her self-esteem. Was she truly that off-putting? She had never considered herself unattract
"This is exactly what you need for a flavorful pot of stew," he explained. "Fill the pot halfway with water and add this concoction of spices. Then, add a pound of bison cuts, three sliced potatoes, one cup of diced squash, and two cups of sliced carrots. Let it boil for forty-five minutes, and I gu
"That's two nights in the hole!" Lucian's voice thundered.Visenya began openly sobbing at this point, and all of the slaves watched the scene completely bewildered."I didn't cook it, but I did provide my Queen with the spices and instructed her on how to prepare it," Josiah finally confessed. "My
Lucian may have been accurate in his assessment of Visenya. She really had spent all of her life pampered, with servants to dress, clean, cook, and tend to all of her wants and needs. She didn't know the first thing about scrubbing floors, washing linen, or kneading dough until her hands cramped up.
"What do you... mean?" She replied, her confusion evident. "What am I supposed to do?"His blank stare transformed into a dark frown. "What the hell do you think? Put it in your mouth and suck it," he spat out with venom.Visenya's initially coy expression quickly shifted to a defiant scowl. "Why do
The next morning, Visenya carried on with her dismal life as usual. She prepared a simple breakfast for Lucian and was surprised to find that he didn't utter a single complaint about it. His mood appeared slightly more tolerable, but she still felt a sense of relief when he departed to wherever his