Through the lattice, he watched her kneel, her hands trembling, her head bowed. To anyone else it was a gesture of humility, but to him it felt like devotion—devotion that belonged to him alone. He told himself it was compassion, the duty of a shepherd to his flock. Yet beneath the calm of his voice burned something sharper, hungrier. The sight of her surrender filled him with a power he could neither confess nor let go.
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