Chapter 199: The Slave Lord
Lord Byron appeared the following morning, striding down the stairs with calm, purposeful steps. The Butler appeared behind him, following from a respectful distance and bowing every time the man turned his head.
The Lord matched my memories almost perfectly, save the unsatisfied twist in his lip was gone. He had the appearance of a man who had everything he wanted, a feeling that intensified the moment his gaze rested on my huddled body.
"The new shipment is settling in well, Master," the Butler said, gesturing to the rows of slaves. "They were underfed and weak, but they’ve shown remarkable signs of improvement this week, and I foresee them all becoming valuable assets to Milord’s establishment."
Lord Byron nodded, folding his hands carefully behind his back. After sweeping over the rest, he settled on me once more, lips curling up in a faint smile.
"That one," he said, nodding toward me.
"M-milord?" the butler stammered, staring at me in shock. "But she’s far too thin for you! Not to mention her horns. What would the other-"
A loud slap rang out across the room, and the butler stumbled, clutching his face. Lord Byron withdrew his hand and glared at the man.
"Do not make me repeat myself."
"Yes, milord," the butler managed hastily.