It finally clicked–where he knew her from. Lucien remembered the girl clearly. It had been the day he strode to Danika and collared her as his. The day they took back their lands and Mombana’s lands, too. He also remembered vividly giving orders to place the girl in a good home to work.
“Is there anything I can do for you, Sally?” Lucien asked, staring down at the girl.
“Please, Your Highness. I want to w-work here.” She placed her palms together and rubbed them vigorously in desperate pleas. “Please grant my request; please, Your Highness!”
Lucien scowled. “Do they treat you wrong? Your new home?”
“No, no, no.” She shook her head vigorously. “They’re the kindest of people, my lord.”
“I’m afraid that I don’t understand you.”
“I want to be a p-palace slave, my king.”
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