Conquered, Part V
...The days that followed left no doubt on her master’s feelings,
the love he showed to both of them left her poor mind reeling,
he barely left his daughter’s side, so besotted was he,
this man who’d helped destroy her tribe, how could such a thing be?
He even said, “You asked me one what is it you should do?
Just be a mother to our girl, raise her gentle and true.”
And in the years to come Geren saw that she could do that,
with money, food, and great comfort, for nothing did she lack.
Even hired a woman who could act as a nanny,
the man gave his slave a servant, when had such things been seen?
An over the next four years so bore Geren two fair sons,
that he set free upon their birth, no chains for little ones.
She raised them and she loved them, it not lost upon her mind
that if her as her husband she’d have a light might fine.
But to the world she was a slave, and when nobles came ’round
Geren would have to act the part, tamp his own kindness down.
Some encouraged him to marry, to take a noble wife,
but he would always beg them off, then go on with his life.
But it was such a situation that brought trouble great,
a warrior Geren once knew arrived at his door late,
said that he was travelling, and got caught out in a storm,
so Geren have him shelter, such things were only the norm.
She saw the man from a distance, know him from that cruel night
…gray eyes leering down at her, amidst the laughs, slaps, and bites,
but she couldn’t stay hidden with small children around,
and this man recognized at once when she made her way down.
“You still keep her after five years?” the warrior did scoff,
“I like to sell mine after two, when their figure is lost.
Though out here on the far frontier, pickings must be slim…
or may she does something nice to make her master grin.”
She couldn’t hold back her disgust, he answered with a sneer,
Geren said, “You can leave us now, there’s nothing we need here.”
He said it with an even tone to keep appearances,
but she knew it was to save her that those words had been said.
She tried to put it from her mind, but sometime later on
in the kitchen her hair stood, she knew something was wrong.
The warrior had come on in, and they were all alone,
he leered at her and demanded, “Slave, you’ll take my bone.”
She tried to back up, hit the hearth, and towards her he stalked,
“I remember how nice you felt,” his eyes on her hips locked...
CONTINUES IN PART VI.
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