Chapter Fourteen
Feeding Frenzy
So was the new routine established. And a most compelling hell descended.
Mornings still saw Thrall serving as body slave, a duty that never failed to exalt him.
Though bathing and grooming the Empress was murder on his piercing and frustrating in the extreme, it was nothing like what preceded whatever sleep he’d somehow achieved. He was still an inconceivably honored postulant charged with maintaining not only a holy temple but the godhead itself. Even the demeaning role of chambermaid was ridiculously above him and to be reverently dispensed.
Making breakfast and keeping house still followed. Deliveries arrived duly, though fewer, and potion ingredients languished unused without the restricted poppy. With scant interruptions their teaching time proved
