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Vladimir silently closed the door behind him, then turned and walked straight into Samantha. Slightly flustered, he stepped back and bowed, clearing his throat. "My-"
"What did you do with those…to the…the street urchins! Tell me! I demand you tell me!"
"Princess, they were…assigned duties according to their…physical characteristics."
"They don't deserve simple…categorizations like that! They deserve-"
"Oh, you can go on about what they deserve, but the truth is, Princess, I rescued them from a life of certain pain and constant hunger! They have more hope now than they ever have had in their puny little lives! Besides, two were executed anyway for theft."
"What! You…you-"
"Crime must be dealt with and killed off young. No corruption must enter the city. I apologize."
Speechless, Sam stormed away, heading toward her quarters. Vlad simply shook his head and rolled his eyes at the sheer naiveté of the girl…and gullibility. No more nagging questions from her.
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Sam felt the uncomfortable pricking sensation of tears around the corners of her eyes and tried desperately not to cry. Failing, she collapsed on her lounging couch and buried her head in pillow.
"Mistress?"
"Go away, Tuckenkahmen."
He ignored this and remained at the foot of her bed. Finally, she turned over and glared at him.
"Why do you care so much about street urchins?" Tuck asked, forgetting his rank.
"You were listening, you…you son of a jackal!"
"I simply found your interest in recent events intriguing."
"He-One of them saved my life!"
"He? Few males you meet do you classify with a pronoun, especially when you've only met them for a matter of minutes. I sense an attraction."
"Shut up, Tuckenkahmen. I could have you flogged."
"I apologize, mistress." Tuck may have sounded remorseful, but no amount of apologizing could hide the grin creeping across his face.
Sorry it's all dialogue, but….action will come! It is promised!