As she curtsied, her bright hazel eyes met mine, sparkling with a innocence that grated on my nerves, she was here to serve me not to charm me, yet as I gazed at her I felt an unwelcome flicker of curiosity, who was this Little woman, with her porcelain skin and golden tresses, who seemed to rediate warmth and light in my cold, Dak world. "You will adress me as master" I growled turning away from her, "and don't think that your beauty will earn you special treatment" But as I heard her soft "yes master" I couldn't shake the feeling that I had just lied to myself. For in that moment, I knew that I was already enthralled by her, This naive, innocent Little woman who had unwittingly invaded my domain.All Rights Reserved