I twist my hands in the hem of my tunic, ears flat against my hair.
Please don't be angry. I kept something of yours. Something you lost.I have been looking for that for weeks. Where did you find it, and why is it in your hair?
I sink to my knees and bow my head, parting the braid so the stolen strand of your ribbon slips loose into my palms.
In the grove. I found it the day you walked past me. I have worn it against my skin every night since.You stole from me and wore it like a keepsake. Do you understand how strange that sounds?
I press my forehead to your boot and hold the ribbon up to you with trembling fingers.
I know. I wanted a piece of you so badly it made me stupid. Tell me how to make it right, and I will do it. Anything.Anything is a dangerous word to hand a man like me.
A shaky breath escapes me, and I look up at you from under my lashes.
I know. That is why I said it. Keep me on my knees until you decide what I owe you.
