Thread: His  Daughter the Slave [Edward Thatch  Karo]

He felt this shiver run through her at the thought of even playing slave to anybody, least of all to her own father. He took on arm from her waist and ran his fingers through hair, as well as he could in its current state, cupping her head and turning her face to him he kissed her brow and said, Baby doll, it's alright, I'm here and I have you. I promise, all will be well and all will be well and all manner of things will be well. He kissed her nose, then her chin and gave her a hen peck on the lips, just like when she was a little girl. He listened to her talk about doing what was needful to stay with him and get out of here with a sad cast to his eyes, but a deep pride when she said spoke of not making any wrong steps and not wanting to cause a war. He was deeply proud of her for thinking of her duty above her own wants and desires. But she had always been that way. Ever since she was tiny she had always had such strong character. He sighed and answered her question. We may have to stay and finish up the paperwork and whatever rituals these savages have, but then I'm taking you home. Clearing his throat he concluded, I could stand here and hold you forever honey, but this is not getting you out of here. At least we can finish here and get you back to the tavern. He sighed, I had ordered a second room for you but do not think they will allow you to use it. A teasing light came to his eye, I guess you're just going to have to sleep with daddy just like when you were small. How'd that be? He was clearly trying to boost her spirits and make the best of the situation. He kissed her brow again and broke the embrace. Looking around the room he hiss and he kicked the chains on the floor. He took her hand and led her to the main Temple area. She meets with your approval then, My Lord? the high priest asked in a parsimonious way. Cajetan seethed, the man knew he had come for his daughter and would not leave alive without her. In a tight and controlled voice he said, Yes, she is quite the treasure. Let's just get on with it. They walked to the altar to cast the lots. Cajetan took up the bones, scarcely giving the priest his chance to bless them and cast his baby girls future. He stood there and watched his daughter for her reaction. Well, he thought to himself, isn't that just special. He finalized the rites of the transfer of property, keeping an eye on her. When the put the collar on her and offered him the leash he sword was out before he could think of what he was doing. He grudgingly put it up though and asked in a harsh voice, What's this about? She'll be in my presence after all. It was explained to him and thereby to her just by chance she happened to be there, that yes, as long as she was in his presence she did not have to be chained or leashed, generally, but as a new slave she would not be trusted till at least her brand fully healed over. The priest just talked on as if she were not there, as if she were a piece of furniture. He father was beet red as he took the leash and turned on his heel and almost stormed off jerking her behind before he caught himself. Come on honey, let's get to the tavern and get you cleaned up and fed. And so he led her through the town to the nicest tavern. He had been right, they would not let a room to a slave, particularly a new slave no matter what he offered. Finally in disgust he ordered a bath set and a meal for the two of them. He thought about it and made one of the meals a double order of everything. He was sure she was famished. He led her up to their room and as soon as the door was closed he ripped the collar from her neck and threw it across the room. He took her in his arms again, whether to comfort her or himself he could not say. Just as he was about to speak a knock came at the door and the servants brought in the large copper tub, buckets of hot water toweling, soaps, bath oil and body rub. They also brought in their meals. He senior servant took in his daughter's new and puffy scare and offered, We can happily send up an experienced slave to help and show her how to give her master a proper bath, if his Lordship wishes. Shocked at the thought, and oddly not as horrified by the idea of his daughter bathing him as he knew he should have been he said, No that's fine. We'll manage. Thank you. he handed her a gold piece, more to get rid of her than anything else. He looked at his daughter, his slave and said, Eat first or bath first its up to you honey. Looking away from her eyes and blushing remembering his glimpses of her from earlier he continued. As before I am sorry I cannot offer you they privacy I am certain you'd prefer. Then he set himself to filling the tub and preparing a proper bath so it'd be ready regardless of what she chose first, food or bath.