Am slave, honest.

She shuddered harder, and he could taste her fear now, as he moved a stray piece of bark across his mouth with his tongue. He looked at her for a while, contemplative. He knew it wasnt her that he was angry with, not really. It was that feeling of helplessness that he loathed, a sensation that she had reminded him of with her carelessly placed words. The truth was, he would have hurt her for it, had she not be a member of Ashen. Perhaps he needed to examine this weakness further, it had festered in his time away from his Mistress.

"Perhaps I spoke out of order. It.. displeases me to hear anyone speak of our Imperial Majesty with flippancy, but I see you did not mean it so." He lied smoothly. This wasnt the real reason for his anger, but it would do for a lie. "You will do whatever she requires of you, you will ensure she has comfort and companionship, if she requires it." He seemed to fold back in on himself, lessening the height he held over her, and letting his gaze fall more neutral once more. He spat the bark from his mouth and clamped his jaw shut once more, taking a seat on his rump as he looked to her. "You have not been a slave long, then? I know I never saw you in the Ashen Empire, but I assumed that those that mistakenly believe they have the mettle to rule in these lands, know how to set a proper hierarchy." He commented blandly. After all, slaves where a natural part of ruling. The strong stood over the weak, and the weak flocked to the strong, obeying them in the hopes that those mightier them would protect them instead of abuse them.