“I do not wish to come into your chambers without your permission. This room is yours, as is your privacy. But I will not let you kill yourself by not eating.” Marcus flicked his hand by his side for a female servant to enter.
A young girl carried a platter of soup and bread. She walked to the black table supported by chiseled glass and lowered the platter. She was pretty. Her black hair was tied up in a single obsidian knot. Her lips were not colored by the need of lipstick, but rather held their own appeal of soft ebony. Long lashes with delicate mascara and eyeliner accented two irises that were just as dark as the rest of her features. Her skin was coffee brown giving testament of a young Cuban natural beauty.
Almost in complete contrast to her features to make her even more
