ABEL EVERHEART'S POV
It's strange how I feel lighter on my feet from just having a neck free of a chain. I am wearing the fur coat and silk shirt underneath and the servants are confusing me with an ordinary guest, not a slave.
"Did you see his face? I think his eyes just stole my heart," I hear one of the servants who just passed bypassed me say while they both giggle like teenagers.
"His body isn't bad either. I would speak to him if my heart wasn't pumping in my throat. What if Queen Rowena doesn't want her men disturbed?" the other says.
I pick up my pace so that I do not have to stop and explain that I am a slave when they gain the courage to actually put forward their interests. It would be awkward to let them know that I am a human slave with little freedom to take consideratio
