Xander sensed disappointment from the brunette. What had she expected from him? How was he to react when he saw her take to the floor and begin to rock back and forth as though she was either unstable, or concerned he had planned on taking her right there and then. The girl was pretty, but simply forcing her to be comfortable in this situation was not anyway to teach her the confidence she needed for herself. His work, what he would ask of her to do, would require her to be confident in many types of situation, even the one she had been in.
As he supposed she would, Kyra left. Why would she sit in the nude and wait for him to exit? While Xander was a monarch he had no defenition of what was proper, not any longer. He knew how to maintain the facade, but he would dammed if he would have to maintain it in front of his own property, not to mention force her to be what he refused to be himself.
Finishing his shower, Xander, toweled himself dry, picking up the tunic, and discarded rags of the slave. His tunic he put with the dirty clothes he had removed earlier, and the rags he tossed. There was no need for her to keep them any longer. Returning to his quarters, Xander dressed simply. Black pants and boots covered his body from the waist down, while his leather breastplate covered his torso. It was look he had been fond of so long ago, one that reminded him of his past. His long hair which was usually pulled back neatly was left to hang upon his shoulders, wet and untamed from the shower he had just taken.
Moving across the hall, Xander knocked upon the door of the quarters his slave now occupied. It was time to get at the bottom of her low self esteem. By the time they reached his family estate on Ec Pand, she would learn to be rid of it. Xander was certain of this.
"Do you find your accommodations suitable," Xander called through the door as a way of annoucing the fact he would not leave.
[member="Kyra Tendal"]
