[TheDyingDay]

Christine drew the branding iron back and knelt down to his eye level, her eyes were expressionkess but her movements doing enough for her. Her hand reached up and touched the brand softly, her smile was not there on her face but instead a frown, she was lightly tracing the brand before shaking her head and standing up.
"Now, do you see the price you are to pay for disobedience in the LeCeille mansion?" she asked him, her eyes downcast.