He was not expecting to see me, nor I him, to be quite honest. But I went there to the Inn on the spur of an impassioned moment. It grieved me that Marius had left me behind again, and without one word to me. Does he not know that I am utterly lost without him? Does he not care one iota?
Marius opened the door to me and allowed me inside. He was the gracious host as well. Yet there was a distance, a chasm between us that seemed to me unbridgeable. The more polite he was to me, the wider it became. Until I lost control of my faculties and threw myself at his feet with weeping, just like a foolish slave.
While I was still rejected in the end, it was not without a bit of compassion on his part. He wove his fingers into the hair of his inconsolable slave and assured me that no matter the final outcome, he would always remember me fondly. And then he took his pleasure with me in that impromptu tryst in such a way that I shall never forget.
I am a slave in love with my Master. Yet love itself is a curse under whose weight I crumble, and I am suspended like a pendulum now between two worlds; that of the Cosian Theatre District Administrator's and that of a Slaver's on Thanta Isle. Yet I do not know for certain which way the pendulum will swing, nor for whose bell I shall toll.
It is the uncertainty that vexes me most.
