Tears begin to slide down her cheeks as she looked away from me. “Are you ready to do whatever I ask? To be a proper slave?” I say trying to force...eye contact? Breaking down into a full cry she nods to me through her tears. “Perfect” I say, letting go of her wrists and getting up.A few seconds passed before she looked back up at me, clearly waiting for whatever order I have to give her. “From now on, when I give you an order you will let me know you understand by replying ‘Yes Master’,. The couple would forge a strong alliance, whereas the bride would ensure that her future husband and his territory would have enough men, ships, and supplies to raid Saxon territory - just like so many other Scandinavian raiding parties had been doing since the fall of Ragnar Lothbrok.However, this marriage didn't just announce a new alliance and yet another group of Vikings going out on raids. It was the start of a new sage, the saga of a great warrior to be...The actual marriage began around. I could pass that off as a joke. I waited a few minutes, (didn’t want to respond too fast) then entered in my reply -ok. When? He wrote back immediately. -my house? 1pm? My face flushed. I was getting really excited. I should calm down. I was sure nothing would happen. He would tell me what a big mistake we had made. I would agree, and we would both try to forget it ever happened. Like I cold ever forget it. It has been amazing. Just thinking about it was making me wet. I texted back -ok. 1pm. The boys had yet to play a game of ping pong or pool, but they had certainly played a lot of games with Amy on these two tables.Amy walked past all these tables to the back of the room and to the door that led to the 'servant's quarters'. This first door actually led to a small corridor and looking to the right, at the end of the corridor, Amy saw the door it led to (the servant's bathroom) closed and the light above the door on. "Looks like Pietro is taking a bath," Amy thought. Looking back.