Then he put his arms about me and hugged me to him. "I've missed you," he whispered into my ear and I was shocked by the banality of his remark. He was treating me as if I really was his wife! He was treating me as if I was his woman as he kissed me again, this time more fiercely, hungrily pressing my body, my breasts, into him. The aide silently withdrew and Gendrick's kissing became more intense. I was so terrified. He was treating me as if he had every right o kiss me, another man. His hands caressed my dress, pulling me close to him. "Ah," he sighed, undoing my braid and running his face through my soft billowing hair as I quivered in his arms. "This is what I missed. The scent and softness of you. It captivates me. I hope you feel it too. You do don't you? You are my wife in all ways."
"My Lord Sovereign," I began, a catch in my breath, which I knew was from fear of him.
"You never have to be so formal with me," he said, guiding me through another set of doors. There we were in his bedroom. Panic threatened to overcome me. "You'll have to excuse me, darling, for wanting you before I offer you refreshment as I intended but I cannot wait a moment longer."