Chapter Nine
Dreams of Revenge …
She wore a diaphanous gown that barely concealed her breasts and womanhood. The top was two strips of fabric that tied behind her neck, and the skirt was nothing but strips that reached her ankles. It was a soft gray, like ocean water on a stormy day, and it foamed when she moved. Her hair was unbound, falling down her bare back in lovely waves. Around her neck was a solid metal collar. It was one piece of iron and had been affixed around her neck by an ironsmith. It would never be removed.
She knelt on the dais beside the King, her head bowed demurely. His hand dropped down, toyed with the top of her head. She moved into the careless caress.
Before the King, a man prostrated himself. He lay stretched out on the floor, waiting. Finally, the King said,
