She watched her meal cool as she heard him eat behind her. He ate noisily, the sounds of his eating grated against her ears. It was disgusting. Whether it was true or her perception she was struggling to think kindly about him at all. Finally, he was done and let her eat. She was grateful he at least let her eat.
She was done by the time he placed his armor pieces for her to clean on the table. She listened with her ears but her eyes clung to the floor, briefly looking up to the armor pieces to confirm where they were.
She hoped he would lose.
She nodded that she understood her assignment. Clean and polish the armor like a good little slave. She tidied their breakfast and sipped the tea she had made for herself. She decided she needed to stock up on some lady's lace somehow. In case the doctor's sterilization wouldn't hold. She didn't want to carry this bastard's progeny if she could help it.
Silently she started cleaning the armor for him. Scrubbing the pieces to her level of satisfaction of perfection. She wouldn't leave a job half finished or poorly done. If it was the only pleasure she would get in this life, then so be it.
As Flare's slave, he has full permission to do what he likes with her and enter any of Demelza's threads.
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