"My lord, I-" Calling him 'master' and 'lord' just seemed right, she was his servant after all. She hardly knew what to do. He cared for her. He actually cared for her. She swallowed slightly, trying to find the words. She stood to face him. "If someone finds out..." Amora didn't want to finish that sentence. It was a rule of society; one could only marry another of the same class. Servant to servant, lord to lady, slave to slave. She could assume Lotor would be a bit more than disappointed about it, and Hilda- the girl didn't even want to think about what she would do. She repeated, trying to say it without hurting him. She would never want to hurt him. "If someone finds out... I'm not sure what will happen. People won't accept it, I know that well enough. I can stand to be tormented, but you..." She looked away, nibbling her lip anxiously. "I don't want you to be in trouble, because of me."<br/><br/>Watching the sunset. Such a simple but effective idea, it made Amora's heart beat faster at the thought. Still, she didn't want to hurt Drinian, or have him get hurt. It was simple; she was a slave, he was her master. How could there be anything more between them? But there was, much more than anyone could ever think.