learning your place

Seven made sure he was attentive, one thing Borias had never noticed was that the boy was quiet smart he had just stunted growth and development as far as he was aware. Untrained vocal chords he was determined to practice every night to make his empress happy. To displease his new master would be to displease his way of life and there would be none of that for him. Watching her mouth and the sounds she made he mimicked them. "Highness." he found it better to make sure he said them quickly that way nothing came out garbled.

With the notion of getting a name he made sure to keep pace when she began to walk again. What was that thing he was supposed to say when he was happy about something. It didn't matter he would not speak unless spoken to as that was how things were supposed to be. Seven didn't want himself slipping this was his trainer his master - of course he was well trained unlike his siblings had been. Borias had given him the best odds to be sold, Seven was happy about this as he walked alongside Deathbelle but still a little behind.