Death-Bound

Gift

Chapter Twenty-six

Margaritta accompanied me to a tailor for fitting a new set of gown she wanted me to have. I told her that I could wear anything from my wardrobe, but she insisted on purchasing me another one. Up until today I haven’t had anything I would give to my Mistress, to show her my submission. I sighed as I was looking at my reflection on a mirror. I haven’t had my hair cut for many years. Its length reaches my knees. For a woman her hair is her most precious possession. And servants long ago would present their hair to their Masters as a sign of submission.

“Margaritta,” I called her attention, she was assisting the tailor on fitting my gown. She looked at me, by that time I was holding my hair at its shoulder length. “when we get back to the castle I want you to give me a b