Esmé

When you have a million reasons to leave, but a few who are worth staying for

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Esmé got on her knees, she untied a small pouch hidden beneath her silks, spilling its contents out. A gold coin, 50 silver. She stretched out her arms above her head and knelt to him "Jarl, I have worth, that coin was made by me, I can make you more. I believe our journey was written long before we met, our paths crossed as fate decided something before we did. My heart is yours, and that is not something that can be branded or locked on. But still. I beg you Jarl, I beg you to take my collar, to lock me in as yours, to let it be written be it on parchment or in the night sky. Esmé is owned by Jarl Halvar Conner Rune"

Halvar Connor Rune plucked the spilled coins from the blanket, one by one, my expression that of being impressed at how much she had earned and slipped it into my coin purse. What did in fact interest me was not the coins but her loving submission, seeing you on your knees before me, hands up "My collar is around your heart now and for all of time my Esme, I accept your submission as the rare and true gift as you offered it to me. Forever you will remain mine, until my last breath is drawn. I love you mine"