I don't know what to say

The Warlord inclined his head to the young gladiator. Glad that Grim had taken the change in conversation in stride. “Of course, you are one of us.” He said softly. He had taken Grim under his wing, and the boy was his. The Warlord might be a little more lenient these days in his claiming. Have learned some of his limits, and what would break if it did not bend. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t possessive.

“So, how have you been, how is settling into the new role?” He enquired, to keep the conversation going. To keep it off himself. More than that, he had a genuine interest in checking in with Grim. It felt like it had been a while since they had talked.


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