“A Lord is nothing without his Lady,” she calls out, making me pause. I turn back to look at her. “Ryat without you is just another ordinary man.” Standing, she walks around the desk and makes her way over to me. “You make him a Lord, Blakely.” Reaching out, I suck in a deep breath when her fingers grab a piece of my hair. “Don’t ever kneel thinking that you need to serve him. Kneel because you want to serve him.” I swallow nervously. “You have the power to make him hear, see, and believe whatever you want to. Keep that in mind when he tells you he loves you.”
