Chapter 189

The leftovers would be consumed by the servants, with the exception of the meats that could be smoked and kept for later use. Good meals were one of the surest ways to preserve grateful servants. With well-fed tummies, slaves would more easily accept the bouts of wrath and abuse that occasionally came from the sea people and their guests. It was said that a man becomes what he worships, and this was no less true for Robert. He strove to replicate the noblesse oblige of Malania but often echoed the emotional outbursts of his men.

Tonight, he was displeased. And the object of his depression sat before him. He glanced at Malania’s lovely shape, her grand posture. He examined her moral abstinence after her husband's sudden death. It was all he could do to resist flinging himself on her. The vision of his fulfillment raced through his head. He would wipe the table of its dishes and cutlery, toss her up on top of it, and take her. He was a seer for a reason, and once he even made lo