Ellisif and I stood outside of the new Baroness's chambers, my mouth agape. I couldn't believe what she was asking of us. It was beyond absurd.
"She wants us to do what?" Ellisif whispered.
"She wants us to help make Lady Silvia hers," I replied.
"Make Lady Silvia hers? What did she mean by wanting me too?" Ellisif mumbled.
"I have a vague idea," I countered.
Ellisif shook her head. "This is ridiculous. We're just two slaves. We can't possibly be expected to convince Baroness Silvia to go along with this," Ellisif snapped.
"I know," I said. "But she's a Baroness and we are her guests. We have to do what she says," I explained.
Ellisif sighed. "Fine. But this is going to be a disaster."
