Boartusk Heights vengaza es dulce

"i am agrippina. a servant."

and he was new blood.

very much she wished to perceive a better life in the shifting way his irritation showed itself; to her it was the cascading, visceral nature of a nobleman to act in such a way. and a man of rank was what she needed.

karpos; a glistening shame filled her mind, but agrippina pushed it away. all her life had been divided by class. was it so awful she wished a taste of a higher tier?

"and what is your name, señor?" she vied. not latin. not dissimilar. the language here had been of more ease to learn than agrippina had expected.