“It’s pleasant to see even a Warlord can find magic fascinating.” She stated with a chuckle not having missed the grin on his face as brief as it was. Now that Gwen thought about it there was a good chance she could, at the very least, teach him some basic magic. Maybe elemental work or illusions. Nothing as advanced as what she was capable of doing, it wasn’t in his blood. She’d offer once they were in the safety of his quarters, no use in having the guards overhear her offer.<br/><br/>When he approached with her dress she nodded. “You will have to help me yes, but I can change the neckline so my shoulder is left bare. There is a perk to having such a simple clasp mechanism.” She waited until it was pulled up to cover her breasts at which point she stopped him. With a few wrist and hand movements the clasp was able to be pulled over one shoulder with her brand completely exposed. “Now everyone will know of your success.” She inclined her head to him respectfully and slowly approached the double doors. “I would like to see it once we’re in your chambers. The line work felt…exquisite so I can only imagine how intricate it must be.”<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath she straightened her posture and seemed to be the perfect example of how a mistress should act. She did not wince, her face was not tear streaked and her sounds of pain had been minimal. Gwen was rather proud of herself as there were times she felt as though she was going to faint from the pain. It felt as though she’d accomplished something very important. Now they would be able to begin her ritual when the time came and they would join together beneath the harvest moon. From there she could begin the steps to giving him back what was stolen by her father.