Ryker's POV
My slave walked into the lord's chamber, dressed in her apron, and came to a stop beside me on my chair. She asked, "You summoned me...my Lord?" And a sardonic smirk curved my lips.
"Off course." I replied, my eyes filled with mischief. It was barely a few days since she had become my slave, yet I had already found every work possible, to wear her out.
She had polished my weapons, dusted my library, cleaned my lavish chamber, and had also done my laundry, to mention a few. But I wasn't done yet. "Grab a bucket from the stable and go to the well. You will be washing Michelangelo today."
Her face squeezed with objection, but she didn't dare to speak. A forced smile curled her lips, "As my Lord instructs." She replied, and turned to head for the door.
"When you are done with
