<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: calibri;">Melete's exclamation had shaken the thoughts from the Domina's mind and Amarantha blinked slowly while the image had faded. A pleased sound voiced low the back of the woman's throat as soon as Amarantha felt the slave pouring that warm liquid over her body. "Mm the God's bless my sleep, Melaena. As they always do. Though my husband leaves me cold in the mornings which displeases me. He is but a man though and I am merely a wife," she said softly while raising an arm so that her slave could attend to the skin there. <br/><br/><em>"A little birdy told me that one of the new persons that arrived today is a traitor~"</em><br/><br/>Amarantha quickly turned her head to look coldly at her slave. She had just been thinking about the man and of his form when escorted into the training yard this morning. It was as if Melete had been reading her thoughts and purposefully said that comment to irk her Domina. "We shall not speak of such things, Melete!" Amarantha's voice had been hushed but the threat behind them was all too apparent. Even the mention of that <em>slave</em> sent her fragile heart racing just ever so slightly but enough to where it brought a flush to Amarantha's cheek. "He is a traitor to Rome and serves as a slave now. He is nothing impressionable to this House, nor does he bring us glory. I doubt if he ever will. Marcus should have never brought him here," she quickly said before removing her gaze from Melete. <br/></span>