#Chapter19

As she added mint leaves from the small garden behind the house to the teapot her eyes shifted to an empty space. Her mind playing out how strong he was. Growing up in poverty and around people who thought of bread as their whole meal she found him extremely well build. 

The men around were not as approachable. Nor the women. For a servant, her life was in the dirty of these people she served. She remembers her days as a child working with her mother in the rice fields and having the joy of eating a piece of bread given by the master they worked for. 

However her...