i get quite bored without anything to do during peacetimes, my liege. wonāt you give me something to do? some task to fulfill day after day?
bring me to your rooms; tell me i ought to be there each night at the same hour, hold me to it with the same severity you do when we are at camp. tell me iām to go to my knees, at the side of your bed or in front of your chair, have me worship you with my tongue, my battlefield one of pleasure now, rather than pain. i do not relish in hurting others, though of course i do because you ask it of me, but this i would delight inā¦
bury your hands in my hair, pull at it, command me with the same tone you always have used. i swear on my life i can be useful in this way, too; i can be anything you need me to be, anytime you need it. however you want me, you can have me, i only beg of you not to let me go to waste. every part of me belongs to you; this includes my mind and soul. i beg you, let me prove myself, over and over and over. you will not be disappointed.


















