As the pair approached following the sunset, she could see light glowing betwixt the bars on each window, the place lit up from inside. It did not, however, detract from the fearsome nature of that iron shod fortress. “Your new things should be awaiting you, my dear,” he said smoothly, guiding her from the gate towards his door, a hand on the back of her shoulder beneath that luxurious fur that kept the growing chill at bay. Anjasa knew that playing along like this was bringing her deeper and deeper into danger. She didn’t know what she was getting into, and that lack of information was likely to get her killed in every worst case scenario she could think up. Better options weren’t much brighter. Yet she felt enchanted with him and almost grateful for that sense of fear that he was bringing back into her life. It shouldn’t have, but it left her with a warm, familiar sensation she had difficulty turning away. “You certainly know how to spoil a damsel in distress.” Anjasa grinned up at him, and knew how much control she had lost.
