Hideaway Strath in the old days, there was enough

His heart grew heavy in his chest, liable to burst right through and sink into the earth. Patroclus had not met a woman of her kind in many ways. A slave. He could only imagine what such a history detailed for someone who held such a status. He had seen his fair share of men and women who held lower positions, but never something so...boldly degrading.

There is no instant cure, I am sure you are aware. He hummed softly with a careful thoughtfulness in his tone. If there had been such a thing he liked to think others would have marketed it sooner.

We can...talk. Discover where your heaviest burdens are and how you conquer them. Reassurance in his tone as he offered a warm smile. We do not have to start deepest. This may very well be a long process.