In the Arms of Illusion

I think I was not missed among so many. I had been reading the cards in the springs, again beckoned to his lap. I believe I am coming to like him, though I know that can be a dangerous emotion for a slave to have. Especially me.

He picked me up and carried me to his room, nuzzling behind me as we slept. Even though I was vulnerable, I felt safe. Even though he can be cruel, I felt as if he desired me. Me, a girl not of Ar, a plain girl lacking in vibrancy, one that still presents faulty serves and according him, apologizes too much.

Yet, there is something about me he finds attractive. He has never been cruel to me, he has never been indifferent. He has shown me only the warmest regard, though I do not take this for favoritism. Nor would I abuse it.

Am I finding myself through the eyes of another? I have to wonder..