"Your slave," she said, her voice strained and faint.  Slavery had been banned throughout the kingdom since. . .since the days of Balthazar the Black.  Feeling the tokens of servitude around her neck, her slender wrists, sent such a chill through Aurora's spine that she actually shivered, filled her with an overwhelming powerlessness that, for an instant, her will and thoughts, her very identity as princess was eclipsed by the collar and cuffs, and she thought of herself as nothing more than a nameless slave girl.<br/><br/>It was a humbling experience before she could remember who she was, bringing tears to her eyes.  She spoke, finding her voice that echoed through Balthazar's chamber.  "As you wish, Master."