But here she was, the girl of myth was sitting on their Lord's lap, kissing him, and loving him, and touching him. Hardly anyone could believe it, but some dared to hope for the life their parents and their grandparents spoke in hushed whispers of. This girl, now their Mistress, may very well save them from death at the hands of their Lord. As they watched the smile they thought him previously incapable of spread across his face, they thought this with whimsical hearts as the small girl dwarfed by his sheer body size made their Dark Lord laugh lowly into the curls just like his own.