Chapter 90: Request
My heart dropped as Lord Byron’s words tore through my chest, filled with naked desire and lust. From the cruel twist of his smile to the depraved look in his eye, this lord was anything but magnanimous.
"Slave Hero?" Soltair asked slowly, his eyes narrowing.
The lord smiled, appearing entirely relaxed. "Of course. Word spread soon before the festival started that the final hero had been found. A slave demonkin, by all accounts. As it teased upon some of my favorite pastimes, I paid close attention. Who’d have thought she’d show up at my doorstep!"
"I see. Yes, Xiviyah, the Fate Hero, is currently my slave. But please treat her as a hero."
"Of course," Lord Byron said I a silken voice. "Such a sweet girl deserves only the tenderest care. I could teach you, if you wish. How to train her to fulfil your every fantasy or beg for your affections."
He gave me a playful wink. Bile burned the back of my throat.
Soltair stiffened, his eyes flitting to the Beastkin slaves around the room. "I...dont question your methods, but the slave crest has always been enough."
"So you admit to at least using that, eh?" Lord Byron chuckled. "Some consider that...unsatisfactory. Anyone can force obedience with a spell, but true joy is found in teaching one to obey of their own free will. You’ll never know pleasure till they bring you your own whip to lash them, or mew your name, warming your bed before you arrive."
I stared at the floor, struggling to breath. Soltair silence was suffocating. Why wasn’t he saying anything? Why didn’t he tell him to stop?