His Woman

The smile on Imogen's face, expanded more when the door opened and he walked her in.

Never had she thought, she would be able to enjoy this luxury. Having a big room like this was not part of her plan, Simon held her hand and kissed it when she left her mouth widened open.

This was unexpected, yet beautiful.

"Do you love this? I thought you might not like it since it is old but if you don't"

Is he serious right now? She might not like it, this was the biggest room she had ever been to, maybe not as big as Simon's but..., it looked so beautiful, with its glowing crystal lamp, and wooden furniture, she looked at the big bed and then her golden closest, the pretty furniture mirror she has ever seen, and most importantly now her room.

Which isn't in the slave quarter, but near to his. This is one of the rooms, he never allowed anyone to enter but now hers.

Her room looks like that of a Princess, a fantasy she has only read in books but is now hers.

Hers, she can't stop using that word.