o-1968:Pierre roused Anna from her dream. “Come on little one. You must bathe. It’s the
o-1968:Pierre roused Anna from her dream. “Come on little one. You must bathe. It’s the holidays; you should be clean and pretty.” He took Anna to a refectory down the hall and watched while she bathed. By now Anna was used to being naked in front of the thick set Pierre whose costume did nothing to hide his peasant features. As Anna silently bathed, she contemplated her future. “Will Tristan exhibit me like a prize cow once I am branded, or will he just leave me here at Roissy? I do love him and want to prove my love, but how will I bear the pain and humiliation of being marked as a slave?” And Pierre noticed a few tears slide down Anna’s face. -- source link