~ CASIMIR ~
Jesse, my newly deflowered wife was begging.
Had I only heard the words, so earnest and needy, I would have thought she was compelled, but my loins stirred because unlike those I had used my power to compel, she was no shrinking worshiper, slavering at my feet, grateful for any crumb I might drop.
She stood with a pride that far exceeded her actual strength. And yet… her posture gave no hint of her fragility. Her chin was high. High enough to reveal the bob of her throat that underlined the stink of fear on her. Yet she didn't cower. Didn't throw herself at my feet like the others would. I would not have thought it possible, but somehow she managed to beg with dignity. And her eyes, when they met mine, walked the line between pleading and challenging.
Her stubbornness and insolence might have irritated me, but I admired her courage. Of course, it also made it extremely clear that she had no concept of the true depth of my power. None whatsoever.
