“Undress and get into the tub or I will undress you, spank you soundly across my knee, and you’ll end up in the tub anyway.”
Her eyes flashed angrily, but then she reached down and began undoing the laces of her bodice, her fingers shaking slightly. Bjorn had moved behind Erik, and now joined his friend in watching.
The bodice came free and she shrugged out of it, leaving her in just a dingy chemise and wool skirt. Erik held out his hand and she handed him the bodice, and then cried out when he tossed it into the fire.
“You’ll be given new clothes,” he said, and he could see her struggling not to cry.
“I’ll be given the clothing of your people,” she said. “It’s not the same.”
His heart went out to her, but he knew he had to be firm, to remind her—again—of how much her life had changed. “You are a thrall now,” he said. “You belong to us. You will wear what we give you to wear, or else you will go naked.”
Read More
Buy From Amazon
Find Out More about this Book on the SNP Website
