Looking out of the People's Palace window was an odd thing for the Mother Confessor to be able to do. A short time ago this was the capital of the biggest enemy her people had. The biggest threat her people were facing and this was home to the tyrant Darken Rahl himself.
She jumped as her Lord's hand slowly traced its way up her back. She turned around, and lowered her chin holding her hands behind her back showing the respect her master deserves and waited with anticipation for him to voice his will. She would do anything for him. She loved her master with all her being.
She was able to remember every detail of the past year, every time he had commanded her, every time she had accepted her Lord and masters orders and fulfilled his wishes yet... She knew on some very deep level something was wrong. Knew what was happening wasn't the way it was supposed to happen.
Thinking back to the day he put the boxes together was the best thing she could do. The first time he had spoken to her it had felt like the universe was finally right. The missing thing, the indescribable thing her life was missing had finally blessed her. Like the creator himself had shown up.
Her Lord had finally taken his place as master of D'Hara, and as such ruler of the Midlands. At first there was resistance, at first D'Hara ignored his claim, but not for long. He had spoken to them, and they all saw the truth to his words; He could give peace, love, and prosperity. He brought the world under a single rule in a way none before him could have envisioned. It was why she loved him. Why they all loved him.
After Darken Rahl's public execution she had been the one to confirm to all her Lord's right to the throne. His true parentage as commander Trimack had told it. Her Lord had the word spread far and wide so all know of his right, his true claim to the throne and to ensure all understood the need for his rule. Those who still held arms against him soon saw the error of their ways... at least those her Master allowed to live. For the first time in generations the lands were at peace.
She felt as his fingers slowly reached the bottom of her neck just below where the Rada'han now permanently sat. It was a testament to his love for her; his devotion. Her master had wanted to indulge in more activities than she alone could offer. Yet because of the love he held for her was so great he gave her the power to achieve what she wanted above all else. He gave her the power to please him, to join in, to be a part of his activates without the risk of harming the others.
She found herself unable to wait for her Master to speak. She often found he took a while to voice his wishes, and the seemingly endless time between being in his presence and taking a command was the worst torture she had every felt. The emptiness of not knowing was almost unbearable "You wish something my Lord?"
She felt his cold breath against the top of her head. "Come" was all he said as he turned and quickly walked towards his bedchamber, but it was all she needed to hear. She followed after him through the large double doors, and into the chambers clearly decorated in rich reds. The large double bed where her master had left two other women both spectacular in their own right, and without a doubt two of his Mord-Sith, was all that interested her.
"Close the door, remove you dress and come over here" She quickly obeyed first closing the double doors, and then all put ripping her white dress from her body, and running to her Lord.
She knew this would please him, this was his command after all. So why did the small voice in the back of her mind scream this wasn't right?