At the word "housekeeper" her mind began to swim. Images of a stern but kind man swirled in her mind. Honor swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat and asked, "May I know your name, my lord?"
"I am Lord Stephen Kingsley. I will treat you fairly, but don't give me cause to be angry. You will regret it."
"You're English. I am English! My lord, I beg you to help me to return home."
"I am Russian and I do as my prince commands me. You gravely insulted him on multiple occasions. Now you are a Russian prisoner and as such, you are under my purview."
"What was my offense?"
"Assault on a royal person."
Honor's eyes widened and she protested, "I didn't touch him. I only refused to be his mistress. I can't remember anything, but I don't feel like the sort of woman who would sleep with
