<div align="center">(http://i55.tinypic.com/10s7uj5.png)</div><br/>Verona looked for a moment towards the seat he offered and felt the hair on the back of her neck rise, she was sure he wanted her to simper over him as the other woman was doing and knew she would refuse point blank. It simply wasn’t in her to behave like the other female. The disparaging look that was cast her way did not go unnoticed but Verona bore it well, keeping her chin high and her poise impeccable. She was indeed cut from sterner cloth but was more vulnerable than she let on. Tentatively she moved to the chair but did not sit close to him, she chose instead to sit on the far edge though turned to face him.<br/><br/><strong>“I am not a slave. I was kidnapped, so I would greatly appreciate it if you would return me. My family would greatly appreciate it”</strong>she felt a glimmer of hope spring up within her, wondering if he would actually recognise the difference in her compared to his other slaves. She was not like the rest, the mould had definitely been broken when she had was born. The glimmer of hope shone in her eyes as she looked at him, would she see her home again and soon?<br/>