I could've sworn we've met before

When the stranger lay his eyes on her Deathbelle smiled softly at his show of reverence, he gave her the respect she was due and the display certainly gave him points. With his attention fixed on her the man gave his name and occupation. The Empress nodded lightly in acceptance of the information as given. His name, his occupation, his honesty in his recent failures. At least he was honest, but she remained wary as he continued.

His speech was nice and he focused on his product and finished with his eagerness to pledge loyalty to the Empire. Deathbelle spared a glance at the slave boy as Borias grew silent. The royal woman let the silence between them linger for a moment before she spoke again. ”You pledge your loyalty, but what do you desire in return?” She asked hesitantly. Bast had mentioned support, but what all did that entail? Ashen was reaching its limits of breaking, but what could the Empire truly offer the man in return? ”What is your ideal relationship between the Empire and yourself?”