Once, he had been angry with her for some reason she couldn't remember any more, but she could recall the punishment still. He'd made her sit on her knees between his legs all during a meeting with his followers, and had her wear a low-cut gown. She'd sat there biting her tongue to keep from biting him, as he'd cast an enchantment to keep her from hearing everything they said, whether it was important or not. He'd made her lean back against him and every now and then he'd feed her something on her plate, as though she were a helpless child who couldn't feed itself. His followers had acted as if she weren't there, but now and then, when she dared look at them, she'd catch one or two of them staring at her breasts.