Oh no he could see where this was going when Dutch took offense to Zee’s stance. He could barely understand why Zee had stepped in front of him in the first place, but perhaps Dutch could see it more clearly then he.
Dutch’s broken pride showed through as she abolished the wolf for her actions, and he knew the fiery Zee was going to respond. He stood slowly, quietly behind her, his towering form rising as he reached his full height.
The blue slave girl began to speak, her tone condescending as she insulted the one they wished to commission. She was going to sabotage this, and Deathbelle had ordered them to get pillows. “Zee. enough.” he growled, as he reached his head forward and grabbed her by the back, he hauled the much smaller wolf backwards, and hopefully off her feet as he settled her back down again beside him. His sharp saber-teeth nicking her skin softly as a warning. “You do dishonour to the Empress of the Ashen Empire, and I will not stand for it.” his voice was even and cold, without infliction.
“Our humblest apologies, Lady Dutch” he rumbled gently, turning his attention back to her after glaring at Zee. “We know of no other crafter as skilled as yourself, and will pay dearly for your work if you are able to craft us pillows.”
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