Rebecca smiled, trying not to laugh at Sam's blush. "I guarantee that I could make such a pretty woman of acceptable middle class status that lords would knock on your door and ask to court you, no matter the lost of face. For they would simply dream of how sweet a wife you would make and how your calm beauty would melt the hearts of all their enemies, winning them many allies!" she added, leaning in a bit closer to the servant. "I also promise that if you and I were to dress in our finest, all men would avoid me, all women would laugh at me, while all would stand in shock and awe of you, whispering either lies to shame you, wishing they were you, or lies wishing to shame you, wishing they could have you, both the men and the women."
She had never before come so close to admitting her feelings for her slave. She wanted so badly to lean few inches down, put her fingers gently under the smaller woman's check, raising her head, so that she could kiss Sam's lips and smile affectionately at her, letting her finally understand what it was that Rebecca felt for her.