“MISTRESS” на російській мові

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I get sick of the puppy eyes you make at the mistress here all the time,” she said, putting on a lovestruck expression that, on her wrinkled, ancient child’s face, was disturbing.

Now she wanted to be with him, to keep him safe, and it was far more than a sense of duty from a good mistress towards her slave.

‘I need you to put mistress and slave aside for a moment, Li.

’ Far too much, for what they had between the two of them was nothing like the way it should be between mistress and slave.

Those girls had been lucky, though, to find a caring mistress who’d put them to work ferrying ales and baking breads instead of spreading their legs.

No plunging after his fallen mistress to sit mute beside her corpse until another rider led him away, not this time.

Our mistress asks.

Memories burst like fireworks inside her, snap-firing in dazing succession, flashed then gone again: knocking the blood-tainted glass out of Baros Tsen’s hand; the Adamantine Man in Dhar Thosis, his voice, familiar, remembered – Get off her, you fat prick – and then a moment later slipping the knife off his belt ten years earlier as the words came out of his mouth, driving it through her father’s ribs, again and again and again until he stopped, the father who thought she was nothing better than his own personal whore to share with whoever might offer him the prettiest crown; Jehal on the day he’d told her that her mother was dead, the mother who’d done nothing but birth her and then betray her; riding Diamond Eye over the flames of Dhar Thosis, deliriously out of control and yet free, a fleeting moment when she’d been mistress of her own self; the dark room of fear and despair, always waiting for her and yet always waiting for the inevitable something worse; imprisoned from birth by who she was, who she must be.

‘Lord alchemist, our mistress will not come.

They deserve a better mistress.

The people they saw were even more wary of the carnivorous reptiles than Lucinia’s servants had been, most removing themselves from the road with such haste they almost forgot to doff their hats to their mistress.