The look Ashara had garnered from her Master nearly turned her bones to water as he dropped from his carriage. She could have kicked herself for listening to Gremory for what discord she had caused between Altair and her. Two Months. For two months, he had not touched her, but he had that hussy Elena, whose cunt was probably dryer than a desert. She surely couldn't compare to her. A Lilm.
'So why?' the thought came harder each day. 'Why not me?' she forced herself to smile her most elegant gesture and bowed. "My Lord."
"Ah, Tasha," he said in that flat palatine accent. She doubted he was even aware of how much his mannerisms were shifting. The man certainly had the bearing of a king, more so now than he did a few months ago. "You'll be my acting Sword Maid for the time. You are not to move unless Raven instructs you to."
