Use my thigh as a footstool, mistress.

Eckles raised his head, looking at his mistress with tired gray eyes. He silently watched as her elegant leg rested on his thigh and she got into the carriage. He sat down next.

The summer forest is beautiful. Green trees, bright sun, the sound of wheels and neighing horses. The slave sat silently, with his back straight and his hands folded on his knees.

Why... Why didn't you come to me for so long?

"Are you upset?"

The guy raised his eyes to her and pursed his lips, looking at his mistress, who seemed to have forgotten about her promise.

You just promised. If I train hard, you promised to visit me.

He speaks calmly, and there is a picture before his eyes. He, holding a wooden sword to the Mistress’s throat, breathes heavily and stands in the pouring rain.

And I was waiting for you every minute!

Eckles says with a little sadness in his voice, clutching his pants in his hands. He fell silent abruptly and raised his head in shock when he felt a touch on his cheek.