." he hesitated a moment."I am his slave, in loo of payment from the king" as Mark growled at her, she just looked back at him sweetly."Your WHAT!!!?"...his mother shouted, "Mark you know that we abolished that on earth centuries ago."Mark shook his head and started to open his mouth, when Nissie interrupted him, "Mam, he had no choice as it was mine, by the binding imperial laws, he can't back out of it and neither can I."Mark's mother's face and body eased a moment as she thought, hmm brains. As the lift doors closed, she threw herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me fully on the lips. I could feel her tongue trying to gain entry, and allowed it, challenging it with my own as we embraced. As we reached her floor she broke the kiss, and thanked me for looking after her all evening. I thought that was it until as the door of the lift opened, she grabbed my hand, and dragged me out. “Come to my room”I didn’t need a second invitation – after two years this was the. Kaneez sat on the floor crying for a few moments, and then she got up and threw herself at the door, pounding at it with her fists. Let me out of here, you motherfucking shit! she screamed, and the words struck him as extremely funny, and he started to laugh. He was a motherfucker, or at least, he had been five years earlier. He hadnt fucked Mother since the day he gave her eternal life, though. As his laugh became a chuckle, he went upstairs and left the house. Kaneez still had fifteen. He will make a valuable ally for you if you entwine his life with yours."Denae looked toward the sky."Do you have suggestions as to how I might accomplish this?" she wondered dejectedly. "I can see that you're correct. He acts as though I'm made of porcelain. I can't even get him to call me by my name. It's always 'Your Majesty' or 'Your Highness.' It's been a struggle to get him to even call me Princess. At least that I could pretend is a term of endearment. How can I get him to see that I.