She kneels at his feet. Her eyes watch the ground and her hair veils her face. As he reaches down to brush it softly from her eyes, she can feel her heart pick up speed. Her blood is racing, her face is flushed. She can hardly believe that she is so close to him.
She takes a deep breath in an attempt to disguise her anxiety. She thinks that he must be able to hear her heart thumping against her chest.
No, she knows that he can hear it. He can hear everything, he is all-powerful.
She is almost…
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