In The Tavern
I learned something yesterday.
When He looks at me, his grey eyes burning hot into the depths of my soul, I
would do anything.
I'm sure anyone in the tavern last night learned the same lesson about me even
as I discovered this truth.
A slave has no modesty or dignity. He whispered those words to me and his eyes
drew my panicked gaze away from the patrons until there was only him.
Later, leaving the tavern, I walked with a proud tilt to my chin.
I need to find salve for the abrasions on my back. Wood, even on the most
polished table, can be ... harsh