Will You Remember?
09-08-2020, 04:14 PM
The slave obediently grabbed back the pearl, rolling it between his paws another moment before placing it gently to the side. His eyes lingered on the food she was preparing. He had eaten a hefty breakfast, but he had to admit he could still tuck in a large dinner if it was offered to him. “You know how to keep a man happy, Lady Aslatiel.” He felt a measure of surprise and unease at her next words, both at the sheer honesty of it, and the realization that she did not understand him. He did not believe in freedom, such a concept was too wild and reckless to consider. To be wholly in charge of his own fate? No, he would make a terrible mess of it. Perhaps that was his conditioning speaking, but it was still a part of who he was. Besides, he had pledged his loyalty to her. That meant something, slave or freeman. Pushing all of that aside, he had no desire to leave her. She intrigued and confused and maddened him, and he would not miss it for the world. “I’m sorry. If for some reason I ever became addled and daft enough to leave, I do hope you stop me, my Lady. I vowed myself to you, from now until the end of my days. I made that vowel with all of my heart, and your strange ideals won’t keep me from it.” Having watched her work for a moment, before leaning forward, with nimble, sure movements, holding or moving parts of the meat to give her optimum access, without ever getting in her way. "Speech" |
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