After he'd finished undressing, the prince walked over to the bed and sat down next to Rania. For a moment his eyes followed the soft curves of her body - she was smaller than him, with dark hair that tumbled in waves down her back. He'd ordered the servants to strip her of her clothes before he'd arrived, and so she lay before him completely naked, except for the exquisite jeweled collar that marked her as his slave.
The prince felt a sudden wave of pity for her. A week ago she'd been the only daughter of the richest duke in Tel'Mek, and betrothed to a king. Now she was alone and completely reliant on his goodwill towards her.
"What? You're not going to talk?" He spoke with a slight smile on his face. Rania said nothing, and so he reached out and touched her thigh, causing her to flinch and shrink back. They looked at each other for a moment. Even in the dim candlelight he could see her whole body was tense with fear.
"Hey. I'm not going to hurt you." The prince spoke softly, and reached out his hand slowly and deliberately, as if she were a scared animal he was trying to calm. He ran his fingers down her arm, and then over one of her breasts, squeezing it gently, but possessively.
For a moment he forgot himself, and grinned at her. "Nice tits."
She laughed at that, and then almost immediately started to cry. He looked alarmed at the sudden outburst of emotion, and moved away slightly. She closed her eyes, trying to pull herself together.
"I'm sorry. Please don't punish me for this." She spoke Aegerian well, but he could hear the slight accent of her native country.
"Don't worry about it." He felt awkward, and sickened by his own behavior - this was no more his choice than hers - but it had to be done. He tried to lean over again, but she laid a hand on his chest, pushing him gently, but firmly away.
