Chapter Ten
Marian dropped to her knees before him in the crowded room, bowing deeply so her face touched the floor. She waited, hoping, wondering if he would even bother to notice that she was suffering every minute that she was made to wait for his acknowledgement. Would he even bother to acknowledge her? She’d imagined this scene dozens of times, and every time her heart fluttered with excitement. To see him again. To draw his attention. To have him moved by her willing submission. Would this blatant expression of fealty be enough to sway him into action? He’d ordered her out for her flagrant disobedience. Could she prove to him that she could be the obedient slave he wanted?
When she finally felt the acknowledgement it was in the form of his firm hand grasping her by the hair and pul
