<span style="font-weight: bold">Trusk</span><br/><br/>"Squire!" Trusk blurts. "I'm-" she half-snarls, then clamps down on it. "Squire. Fine. Squire it is," she says, "lord."<br/><br/>At least it seems her subjugation doesn't come with an obligation to gratify him<span style="font-style: italic">now</span>, although there's no promises once they reach the soft beds he doubtless prefers... although that doesn't sound entirely unappetising...