The God-Prince watched her work as he found himself with nothing to do. His belly full, her bully full, her little paws making quick work of the craft at her feet. Lazily and with little visible interest he watched her form her basket out of a single leaf. He tilted his head as if to stretch it in the sun but he was actually getting a better angle at her work.
A crafty little slave, his father wouldn't have taught her any of this. His father would have chained her to a wall in his room and kept her there as much as possible. Ultyr hated that custom. His father consistently relied on ruling others with fear, but Ultyr knew firsthand how to inspire others to want to please you. Ultimately it provided more faithful servants that didn't want to stab you in the back or conspire against you. It made them want to jump at the opportunity to prove themselves to him and even alert him to plots. Fear was what made his father paranoid and small. How he ultimately distrusted his only son enough to discard him.
He'll find a use for her yet. If nothing else he could at least start a new line of servants or warriors through her to start his army.
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