"He is fine, Father," Tasha was saying in a serine voice on one knee. Her head bowed before the Baleful Throne. "I was a bit startled when he asked me my true name. But I am prepared to give it to him. He is my Master."
Gremory smiled in satisfaction. "Child, you might be one of my greatest pieces of the current Era. A shame I must give you away."
"I am happy, Father."
"I would bet. Altair seems to like you. Does he love you?"
Tasha smiled mirthlessly. She wondered if that would ever be the case. Or would he see her for what she was? "One cannot love a whore, Father."
"You underestimate yourself and overestimate men. It's the whore that'll catch his eye, but it's a woman that'll keep his heart. You have both qualities but have only used one. Keep at it. Though think quickly less you are forgotten." Gremory explained. And shifted the topic. " Tell me about the boy's Father. What do you know?"
