Chapter Five
Yoked Collared
General Drago paced the room—the great hall, with its stone walls and bare slate floors, where the haunting animal heads and hides were the only things to break up the vastness of immeasurable grey. He paced uneasily, although he was not surprised that he would be contemplating his next move with the feisty daughter of Duke Ledo. She proved an apt challenge, a diversion from the typical activities of his life. She was a beauty, no doubt about that, and she would take some taming, of that he was sure. But he was as sure of his own desires as he was of the lovely young woman.
She hung now in the center of his hall, yoked—her arms and head fixed into the wooden stocks he used to tame restless females. She kicked like the devil when his men forced the punishment,
