Slow crawl of day

The Warlord hid a smile as the woman pulled herself from her bed to stand on her own four paws. She looked like a stiff breeze would knock her out. But if she wanted to act like a tough girl, so be it. He would give her no quarter. “ Good, you know your place then” He said at her easy agreement. Not that she had a snowball chance in hell of walking out of the packlands in her current state.

“You will be ranked as a slave in the Armada. You’ll start from the bottom up, and we’ll see soon enough if you’re all talk” He told her, voice dry. When her legs gave way and she landed on her rump, a touch of humour appeared behind his eyes. He reached forward and gave her shoulders a condescending pat. “Rest, Isa. my littlest pup could knock you over right now. Don’t worry, you wont start paying off your debt until you can walk on your own power. “ Until then, her debt would only grow.

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