Loyalty

Sour. It was at the centerpoint of Francesca’s will. She wanted to make someone pay for this cruel joke. Her? Running a business like some dirty merchant.

Francesca was sleeping on the couch when a familiar voice woke her.

“My beautiful lady…” Diego caressed her cheek.

Diego was a tall black man with a shaved head and rough beard. Had tiger eyes and a physique of a demi-god. Ripped. Toned. He wore a deep red tunic.

“Finally…” Francesca said, “How could you leave me here alone…”

“My dearest apologies my lady,” he bowed, “There were difficulties to come here…”

“Such as?” She said.

Diego in fact did not want to come. He had tried everything to be put anywhere else but the care of his lady.

“Your father wanted you to prosper alone…” he said.

Francesca tightened her fist, “Father… You are my servant so I need you… But I am still alone… I need my things… My garbs and jewels… Even the air in my green gardens… And the warm salty water of my bath… I am so alone without my comforts…”

Diego feigned compassion and understanding. He bent low and caressed her arm.

Kirah watched from the corner. Looking at the servant. More eyes from the palace. More chances of being caught.