Visenya was just walking into the palace when she noticed Lucian coming around the corner, his face filled with disgruntlement. She didn't pay much attention to it, as Lucian always seemed to have that look on his face."What the hell took you so long?!" He blared at her."I believe I made good timi
"Nettle moss," Josiah spoke, slightly alarming Visenya in the process."Nettle moss?" She repeated, her voice filled with curiosity."It's an herb that I used to put them in a deep sleep," he explained. "Have to be careful though... too much can be deadly. I just thought they could use some rest.""
Visenya's mind spun with confusion, trying to make sense of Lucian's unexpected behavior. Could it be possible that he was actually showing a flicker of kindness towards her? It seemed almost inconceivable, considering she knew all too well that Lucian only cared about his own interests. But what co
Lucian woke up an hour later, famished from all the work he had done that morning, not to mention the little self-play he had just indulged in. When he entered the kitchen, Visenya was nowhere to be found, and none of the slaves knew her whereabouts, but Lucian had a hunch.The sound of the lavatory
A whirlwind of emotions stirred inside Visenya as she stood frozen at Lucian's door. Anger coursed through her veins, fueled by his brash demeanor towards her. At the same time, a deep sense of hurt gnawed at her self-esteem. Was she truly that off-putting? She had never considered herself unattract
"This is exactly what you need for a flavorful pot of stew," he explained. "Fill the pot halfway with water and add this concoction of spices. Then, add a pound of bison cuts, three sliced potatoes, one cup of diced squash, and two cups of sliced carrots. Let it boil for forty-five minutes, and I gu
"That's two nights in the hole!" Lucian's voice thundered.Visenya began openly sobbing at this point, and all of the slaves watched the scene completely bewildered."I didn't cook it, but I did provide my Queen with the spices and instructed her on how to prepare it," Josiah finally confessed. "My
Lucian may have been accurate in his assessment of Visenya. She really had spent all of her life pampered, with servants to dress, clean, cook, and tend to all of her wants and needs. She didn't know the first thing about scrubbing floors, washing linen, or kneading dough until her hands cramped up.