Chapter Fifteen
Sophia’s chambers glowed from the light of a dozen candles. She waited, doing tapestry, her fingers almost numb. She’d planted a hundred seeds over many weeks, now her only task was to wait.
When she heard the knock on her chamber door, her heart leapt to her throat imagining his face there. She rushed to answer it.
Reynard nodded seeing the lushly elegant woman who opened the door wide for him. “You are a slave, are you not? Sometimes I can’t recall your station, you behave so nobly.”
“I have been and will likely always be a slave, sir. But regardless of that station, I am your slave always.” She bowed her head with respect.
“I need a slave’s loins tonight, Sophia. Your womanly graces charm me but I need nothing but a w***e in bed with me.”
“Then it is a w***e I’ll
