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 Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2017 11:28 pm
Kenneth knew he was in trouble, if the ball wasn't in less than a month, she would beat him and make so he couldn't move for a week. He turned to face her after the door shut, his head whipped to one side and before he fully looked back, it went the other direction and he stumbled backwards. "I-I wanted to surprise you! I found a gold coin on the floor and thought it was a sign I should get you a gift for teaching me to dance!" He explained, looking to the flower and back to the ground. "Do you not like it...? I-I just wanted to be a gentlemen to you." He slouched, having been a habit of his whenever she refused his gifts or scolded him for trying to help.
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Victoria was slightly disappointed her sister simply stormed off with Kenneth, but was more happy to see the two new slaves waiting. She looked to the little girl and to her raggy dress. "You. Your master's name is princess Ester, you are to act like her friend and do whatever your told, got it?" She lifted her chin, motioning to a maid to get the girl dressed. "Get here a simple dress, she will help the maids whenever Ester is too busy to play." She waved them away before looking to the young man, he was wobbly and looked in pain. "Astrid will deal with you, for now you will probably share that other slave of her's room, go and rest until she calls for you." She waved him away as well, going to their mother to explain the new little girl.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2017 11:49 pm
 She looked him up and down before sighing gruffly. He'd gotten lost doing something she'd ordered him to do, in a way. How had she forgotten that she'd told him to behave like a gentleman? She turned the flower in her fingers, quickly loosening her hold on it as soon as she realized that she was holding it too tightly. It did resemble one of her plants, though this wasn't a poisonous variety. Or so she hoped, she couldn't be certain. Had he really gotten lost or was he looking for a way out? "Stand up straight." She ordered him, knowing that he was slouching like a peasant. She placed the flower down on the desk and walked over to him. "It was appropriate behavior for a gentleman. However, kissing my hand was not necessary.. At the ball you must broaden your focus to charm all of the unspoken women there. I will pretend to be most interested in you, so ignore Victoria's earlier request. Now, help me to remove my veil. I expect that your meal will be brought to my room, or that one way or another we'll be eating together. I think it's silly to even have to request this of you, do try to avoid diving headfirst into your plate like a ravenous hog-beast."
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2017 12:11 am
Kenneth was waiting for a beating, to be insulted, smacked, told how useless he was, but this reaction from her? It shocked him. He stood straight again as she explained the ball. "What do I talk about? How do I impress others when I just want to impress you?" He asked, walking over to help remove the hair veil, setting it gently on a mannequin in the closet. "I won't eat like a hog tonight...I was just a little nervous yesterday." He told, their meal being brought in and set up, a traditional lunch plate that smelled delicious; then again he just liked food. The tops were lifted to reveal a salad and fruit bowl. "Huh...?" He looked at the set of silverware, holding out the seat for Astrid and helping to push her in gently before sitting across from her. He had been drunk last night, yet he faintly remembered to use the third fork for fruit, and the second for a salad.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2017 5:56 am
His little comment hadn't gone unnoticed. As he removed the pins from her hair which held her veil in place, she thought about it. What did it mean? He had to be up to something, or not paying attention to what she was saying. How could he miss it when she'd told him to ignore her sister's orders? What exactly was he planning to have happen at that ball? Was he truly aiming to betray her, even if it could mean giving up his life to do so? Did he expect her to take him for his word, that he sought to impress her? After all the time he'd belonged to her? All of the beatings and episodes of torture, even after she'd killed so many other slaves in front of him? This weak man without a will or a spine was interested in her? She didn't believe it for a moment. He must be able to sense that he'd gotten under her skin last night. There was no other way that she could think of right now, no other reason for him to behave like this.
She took her seat, allowing him to pull her chair out and push it in as she sat down. She waited for her food and drink to be tested for poison. Then dismissed the servants so that the two of them would be alone again to discuss things further. "It's too late to change your mind. We've made a deal. If you leave now, it would be the same as failing. Instead of freedom, you would be met with the executioner's axe. Perhaps I would be allowed to end your life with my own hands.. Though, not publicly." She brought her hands over the table to select her own utensils but paused before grasping them. As she looked at her hand there was an alien feeling, like it was still being held. His touch had been so gentle and unassuming. They had been in public at the time so she had no choice but to allow him to hold her hand. If he hadn't been so gentle, would she still feel his hand upon hers now?
She picked up her own fork and spoon delicately in a manner suitable for a woman of her status. She was tempted to tell him to treat the other women all like duplicates of herself. But she could only picture him being too terrified to move, afraid of what should happen if he should make even the slightest of mistakes. "Those women will have various interests. The greatest way to get their attention is through a show of wealth or influence. You have neither, though when I start to devote all of my attention to you that might work in your favor. Appeal to their vanity, as you do with me. Romance them. Make eye contact, ask them if you may dance with them or if you may walk with them to the garden. Recite poetry with romantic themes. You must make them believe that you have an interesting personality. Make them blind to the truth and afterwards, if you are able to perform your role to my satisfaction, you'll be a free man again. Free to turn them away, free to go live in the slums with those... hum... females."
She was referring to his earlier talk of knowing prostitutes. She knew that it was cruel of her, and perhaps there wasn't a need for her to be at the moment. But didn't care. It still bothered her that he ever had associated with those sorts. Possibly he had a child out there, somewhere, not knowing who their father was. You deserved it. She thought to herself dismissively, thinking of what happened to all males when they became slaves. Even if his feelings were hurt by it, she'd never apologize to him. To do so would be lowering herself to his level which was far from what she wanted. She would also never refer to women who sold themselves, whatever their reasoning, as being women. They were less than that in her eyes. little mintchan ((I have no idea if he's using the right ones or not. XD; ))
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2017 1:35 pm
Kenneth smiled, laughing lightly at her threat of if he left now. "I'm not going to fail, also I'm sure I don't have the option to change my mind. Actually...I'm suspecting you would just sell me off after this, are you really planning to free me if I make this successful?" He asked, putting his utensils down and looking at her confused. He hadn't been told he would be really free, to no longer have to wear chains, be drugged for travel or beaten if he lost her favorite cup. He looked to her hands and leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table to lean in. "So your going to let me be your friend when this ball is over? I would love to make more pictures of you, especially if you become queen one day." He smiled widely and stole a little strawberry, popping it in her mouth before leaning back. "Slums? I can't return to my family? I never touch those females, they came once in awhile, but we told them to leave, they weren't wanted in the market district during the day. Even so, if I become free, I can't wait to see my little sister again, I wonder if she has finally learned to sew or to sculpt like my mother." He smiled, having that goofy look on his face as he was genuine happy; estatic if it were true he could return home. He would be heart broken if he knew they abandoned him to his fate, it would probably effect his performance if he knew before the ball and the advisor had already warned Astrid about it earlier.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2017 8:49 pm
She stiffened as he leaned himself towards her but stayed where she was. Moving away would be a sign of weakness. He didn't have anything in his hands, so she doubted he was going to strike her. Still it wasn't appropriate behavior at the table. As she opened her mouth to scold him for it, he picked up something from her plate and popped it into her mouth. She brought a hand over her mouth to keep it covered. She wanted to spit it out. She didn't trust it and was sure that she had good reason to be skeptical of him. What's worse was that he had an enormous grin on his face. One she hadn't seen for quite some time. Wanting to be her friend only meant that he was plotting something. Either to harass her or just make her look bad. She doubted he was capable of murder, willingly at least.
Still, she chewed the little berry slowly. She tried to find anything off about the flavor at all, which would let her know that it was poisoned. It was too tart and sweet, she couldn't tell if he'd done something to it. She hesitantly swallowed it and it was as if she could feel it sinking into her stomach like the blade of an assassin. She could only hope that it wasn't poisoned now. But she also felt like a fool, for she couldn't quell the smile on her own face when able to see the stupidly happy look on his face. Why am I smiling? She questioned herself and picked up a different spoon to smack the back of his hand. She realized as she looked away from him that it was much easier to stifle her own smile if she wasn't looking at him. "Sit down and remove your elbows from the table. You'll dirty your clothes if you lean over your food like that." She said as she returned to eating the little bits of her meal. "I don't recall ever having lied to you, but I will keep my word. If you truly doubt my integrity though, I imagine it will make little difference even if I repeat myself. Which I will not do again."
She thought about his response to her joke and frowned, aware that his family had sold him while complaining about him. They didn't care and even if he could find them, they didn't want anything to do with him. Her Uncle had told her not to mention it, and she agreed with him that it wouldn't be wise to just yet. If he knew, would he really lose his enthusiasm? Would he go on a search of the country, looking for the family who had abandoned him? If he did, he may try to use that promise between them to gain her help. She hated the idea of being manipulated, especially when thinking of it being done by him. She didn't believe him either when it came to the prostitutes he'd admitted to knowing in the past. He was a shameless flirt. Everyone knew it and that was the reason he had been given this mission now. So, of course he was lying. He probably thought that was what she wanted to hear. "We don't have much in common anyway. I don't know why you want to continue knowing your abuser as a free man, should you earn your freedom." It was a hasty statement, soon followed by a question meant to redirect his focus. "How old is your sister?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2017 9:12 pm
Kenneth kept smiling until she smacked the back of his hand and scolded him. He rubbed the back of it before removing his elbows and sitting straight again. "Your cruel princess, but you don't lie. I wish to know you as close to an equal as possible to show you whats it's like not to be paranoid about everyone else or have no friends." He noted, caught of guard by her question. "She turned 14 a week ago, my parents had arranged for her engagement at 16 to a young son of the Rivallin's. Powerful family from the west, but wishes to gain land here. You would love her, princess. She loves to garden, sew and make pottery." He continued to eat his food, wondering why she was interested in who his sister was or how old she was. He refused the drink though, not knowing if it was alcohol or juice at this point. "Also I can't poison you, I can read, but I have no skill in making anything complex like poison." He mumbled around food, seeing the look on her face after she ate the strawberry.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2017 10:14 pm
She chose to overlook his answer, in favor of focusing on other topics. The moment she let down her defenses, that would be the same as giving herself to death. The near-death encounters they'd both experienced should have been enough to tell him that. Apparently, he was charming but not too intelligent. How nice it was to have someone else be in control. Until just a week or so before the ball, he wouldn't have to worry because he was under her protection. Being her belonging kept him from death, and after the problems with Swithin she was more aware of any unfamiliar injuries he showed up with. She sighed and took a sip of cider from her glass. "She sounds kind of heart and talented in her own way, just like you. For your sake I hope her betrothed is a kind man. If you succeed in earning your freedom, maybe you could see to that yourself?"
It would get him out of the castle at least. Though it was troubling to think that he may rely on her status for help. She noticed that he wasn't as talkative as he had been so she looked over at him again. That stupidly wonderful smile was gone. He'd just been speaking of his sister, so she expected he would be happy. So, why wasn't he? It didn't take her long to figure out what had caused this change and when she did it instantly made sense. He usually wasn't as talkative and always quieted down after being disciplined. Her Uncle, according to Kenneth, had told him that he wasn't allowed to drink anymore. How he had managed that? Getting him drunk wasn't an option anymore, she'd have to be gentler with him to get him to loosen those lips of his. She didn't like it but it was necessary for his training to succeed.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2017 10:44 pm
Kenneth began to think of his family, how much he missed and wished to send letters to them. "She is, you wouldn't like how many men try and get her hand before she becomes 16, I've met the boy before, he is a few years older, won several duels to protect her honor after being told she was clumsy." He took the glass of juice and eyeballed it, sniffing it and setting it back down. "Oh I will, I promised her I would never let anyone hurt her, she cried a lot when I was arrested." He fiddled with the food again before stabbing a fork into a berry and holding it out for her to eat. Her new slave was making a commotion in the kitchen after drinking one whole bottle of wine to numb his pain. A maid was knocking on the bedroom door to inform Astrid about it.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2017 11:28 pm
She thought it suitable that his sister's betrothed was an honorable man. But she couldn't help but compare his description of his sister, to Kenneth himself. He wasn't a particularly useful man as the best he had to offer was his skill with creating art and with gaining the favor of those around him. He was weak, so perhaps it had only been developed for the sake of survival. A small laugh escaped her lips and she smirked. "A pity you weren't born a woman. You would also make a fine bride." She hesitated momentarily at the offering, but decided to take it quickly just to annoy him. As she heard the knocking, she quickly swallowed the berry. "Enter." The situation was described to her and she rose to her feet immediately.
That slaver was supposed to deliver the boy to her family's main castle, not here. Those of low-birth were truly useless! She swiftly left the room and walked down to the kitchen. There the young man was; drunk, red in the face, covered in food and drink, shirtless with his stockings down at his ankles and making atrocious grunting noises as he relieved himself on a nearby barrel of potatoes. She stepped back, disgusted by the sight. The staff were all staying out of his way. One of them begged her to do something, since any time any of them had even tried to get close to the boy he'd chucked whatever was on hand at them. He'd even punched the chef, giving the poor old man a broken nose as a result. She bit back her irritation at the sight of the mess that had been made and sent a servant to fetch a couple of guards. She returned her attention to the young man, who didn't seem the slightest bit interested in anything but mess-making and drinking.
"You there. Stop that at once!" She ordered, though she also kept her distance from him. The floor was a mess of his urine and all the foods and drink he'd ruined. Probably as he searched for what ever he wanted. She didn't want to go near him, he was too filthy. He turned to look at her and then pointed at her. "Szia! Hé te vagy a gazdag kurva, mit vett nekem! szia! gyere ide!"She didn't understand a word, but much to her horror he was going over to her. His multiple tattoos were apparent since he wasn't making any effort to cover his exposed skin. He was a barbaric sight. He was holding his crotch and waddling awkwardly with his stockings around his ankles, which meant that he was still feeling the pain from his castration.
She stepped back a few paces, but he seemed determined to get over to her. He jumped forward clumsily, slipping on a puddle of fluid and reached out to try to grab on to her. She stepped back at the same time and the boy fell face first onto the floor. He groaned and started to talk again, though he didn't remove his face from the floor. He pointed in random directions and in his language was cursing at her and calling for more booze.little mintchan ((Since Astrid's around I used a translator for the boy's speech:
"Hey! Hey, you're the rich whore what bought me! Hey! C'mere!"
He's like an angry old drunk. Lol.))
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2017 11:49 pm
Kenneth blushed at her comment, he wouldn't make a good bride with how he handled his food. He looked up as the maid entered and informed her of the new slave getting into alcohol. He followed her and went pale at the sight. He understood the language and sighed, this man had less manners then him. "Don't touch the princess...erm...please. I'll handle him, Princess." He pleaded for her to go back to her room, kneeling down to help the man up and noticed he had lost his pants, dropping his quickly to avoid the princess seeing it. "She is not a rich whore!" He helped get his pants back on before helping him up again as two guards came to hold him down until he stopped trying to hit people. "I don't think he speaks our language, princess..." He let the guards take the man to lock in Ken's room.
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2017 12:35 am
Astrid stepped away as Kenneth said he'd handle the situation. She didn't believe him capable of dealing with the boy and her suspicions were confirmed as soon as he was within reach. The new slave grabbed Ken's ankles and shook him by the legs until the man fell over. He grinned and laughed, saying something that was incomprehensible due to how heavily he was slurring and his continuous drunken laughter. She watched Ken help him up and was about to leave, until she heard what was said next. She turned on her heels and ordered the guards to bind the slave's arms and legs together behind his back. He was to stay forced in that uncomfortable position for the night.
The guards took him away with some difficulty as the boy seemed determined to do everything he could to make them uncomfortable. He slipped, pretended to fall, kicked at their legs and pretended to bite at their faces. He made up a song with the main lyrics being part his language, part the language of Criaswen. "Ooou elvitt az én-m labdák! Oou elvitt az én-m labdák!" As he was dragged away.
Astrid looked over Kenneth's now filthy appearance and sighed. The interruption had her feeling a bit frustrated. "...That is going to replace you, eventually. See to it that you return to my room, after you've bathed. You may use Joseph's bath and clothing. He is much taller than you are, but you need to get used to wearing finer clothing until yours is finished. Because you left while we were shopping, the measurements will have to be sent to the tailor.. We'll resume your lessons after you've cleaned yourself up. Clean your shoes, from now until after the ball you will be wearing them all day to get used to them." She ordered the kitchen staff to clean up the mess and for one of the servants to escort Kenneth to the rooms usually occupied by Joseph. There was a large bath there. It had to be large, due to her brother's size. It wasn't as nice as hers though, being made of wood instead of carved stone. little mintchan (("You took my balls! You took my balls!"
"oou" is his drunken way of pronouncing you.))
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2017 6:29 pm
color=black] Kenneth fell easily, his ankle being fragile to being grabbed and yanked at. He still attempted to help the man until Astrid over heard his translation. He hadn't spoken that language in awhile and was rusty on it. He could still understand it easily enough and felt sorry for the kid when he was taken by the guards to be bound up in- his room?! He had to share a room with the kid while drunk? "She did not take your balls! Your slaver did that." He sighed, at least this kid could do his normal chores while he learned to act like nobility. He turned to Astrid and nodded, looking to his dirtied clothes and going wide eyed at the idea of a bath. "Yes, princess." He followed the servant to the bath and smiled widely. Nice hot water filled the tub and he had the servant leave before he undressed and climbed into the hot filled water, the lavender smell was thick and he relaxed before washing himself. It would take him a bit to get clean and find appropriate clothes from Joseph's closet.
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2017 8:52 pm
He didn't really know what was happening and didn't much care. After losing everything when the Criaswen military invaded his town his sole purpose in life now was to make their lives hell. He couldn't fight anymore. His pregnant bride was probably dead and even if she was alive their baby didn't stand a chance. It's either be sold or killed when she gave birth, if she were still alive. His parents and brother were probably dead too by now. So he wiggled, swayed, kicked at them, snapped his jaws at them, laughed like a lunatic, went limp and shouted in the ears of the two guards as they dragged him away. His antics earned him their anger and just for a moment, he had a chance to get away. They let go of him in order to beat him and he took his chance to run. Or at least he tried. He was so drunk off his a** that when he took off he crashed into a wall. The stitches on his groin burst and with a groan he grabbed on to his crotch.
"My balls! It ******** hurts!" He shrieked in his language. His vocal chords strained to raise the pitch of his normally abnormally deep and rough sounding voice. He was picked up and dragged, moaning and groaning all the way, to a shitty little room. As binds were fetched, he took a look around. One of the guards was saying something to him but he couldn't understand anything except for the word you. There were two bed rolls in here. They were pretty shitty looking things. Since this was a castle and all, he thought there'd be something better. This was a statement about who his captors were and the kind of life he'd have now. He didn't much like it. So, he did the first thing that came to his drunken mind and ran over to one of them. There were little pieces of paper with drawings near it. He squatted over the bed, holding on to his slowly-bleeding crotch, and unloaded his bowels on it. He used some of the drawings to wipe his a** before he was pulled away.
The guards beat him with the handles of their weapons. They bound his arms and legs together behind his back. He was stuck on his stomach, which made him think of turtles. He began to sing drunkenly again, rocking from side to side on his stomach with a big dumbass grin on his beet red face. His wound was patched and the guards decided to gag him to shut him up. He didn't care that he was pretty much naked now except for the bindings. It was cold, but at the same time he felt hot so he liked it better this way. He didn't stop singing or taunting them, it was only muffled now. He was soon left alone to drunkenly rock, shiver, and shout to himself like a mad man.
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As she returned to her room she caught sight of their meal, still set up as they'd left it. She called in servants to clear it and the table away. She'd lost her appetite, the smell of that boy's mess was stuck in her nose. She tested her perfume on one of the servants and upon finding it safe, re-applied it to herself. That problem taken care of, she now needed to decide what she would do as she waited for her slave to finish bathing and dressing himself. He needed to clean his shoes as well. Overall, it shouldn't take more than a half hour for him to finish up and a little more than that for him to return to her room. She decided to look at her recovered luggage. Much of the clothing had been hung up. The shoes and jewelry set out for her, along with the new perfumes she'd received here. The gown she would be wearing to the ball was neatly put away in her wardrobe. Whenever the matching accessories to it would arrive, she would put them away with it.
The was most of the items she'd packed. She went over to her door and locked it after the last servant left. She checked the windows, and also the secret corridor to make sure she wasn't being watched. She opened one of the trunks and brought her fingers to the edge of the lid. Then felt around until she found a depression. She pulled up, then slipped in a finger to unhook the latch underneath and reveal what was inside the secret compartment. Inside were small vials of poisonous substances, a little notebook bound with pressed and dried clippings from her plants, her journal and the two drawings Kenneth hadn't quite finished. The one he claimed was of her, but looked to be too carefree and pleasant in her opinion. As well as the one of her white baneberry, which was only a rough sketch.
She picked up the one of her baneberry and looked over it sadly, missing her plants. She wondered if the servant she'd selected to take care of it was treating them well. Would they be withered and dying when she returned? "The poor things..." She spoke softly, under her breath. If she spoke it too loudly, she feared losing control of her emotions more than being overheard. She returned the drawing to the compartment, and selected a few of the vials to stash away inside of her sleeves. She considered leaving the drawings out for him. Would he have time to work on them? No, more importantly, he'd be gone in a few weeks. He was going to be a free man sooner than that, though he wouldn't know it until after the ball when he was handed his papers and sent home. She knew of the one who would be adopting him. He'd have a good life, far away at the southern border.
The main castle was nearer to the northern edge, protected by a perilous mountain range and the sea on two sides. Would he want to take them? She would keep the drawing of her white baneberry. He hated her plants anyway. As for the drawing he'd made of her, she was having a difficult time making up her mind. She took it from the compartment and closed the trunk. Then walked over to the fainting couch and sat down. She removed her shoes, stretched her legs out and reclined as she looked over the picture. "I'm wearing such an alien expression..." She commented, staring at the radiant smile. He'd claimed to have seen her like this before. She couldn't recall ever smiling like that regardless. "What a weak and careless woman. Is this what he wishes I was like?" She frowned and continued to stare down the drawing.
She'd never be like that. He would never find her to be a kind master, not while still believing himself to be her slave. If he wanted her to keep the sketch, she'd just set fire to it. Or maybe give it to Ester and Hector, since the two seemed fond of both art and herself in general. It was taking a while. She wasn't sure how much time had passed. He was taking far too long to get dressed, but she supposed that finding clothing which didn't dwarf him would be difficult. She laughed at the thought of Kenneth selecting a dress from her brother's closet. It was a frightening memory, even worse to think that Joseph might've dressed like her before that time. The many nights of barely getting any sleep finally caught up with her as she waited on the too-comfortable couch. Before she was aware of how tired she felt, she was asleep. Her arm slid off of the couch and she let go of the drawing. The paper glided away to rest somewhere on the floor.
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2017 9:41 pm
Kenneth had taken his time with the bath, enjoying it and coming out smelling like a whole garden of flowers due to all the oils. It had hurt though on his back. He slipped a pair of pants on when a servant entered and saw the scars, asking how he got them. "I helped the princess escape slavers...they beat me for it." He found a shirt, it was a bit big but he could tuck it in and roll up the sleeves, looking like a child if he didn't. He left the room after cleaning the shoes, deciding not to wear them yet as he went to check the new slave out. The sight he saw was horrendous and made him for once, furious. He used his drawings after sh*tting on his bed?! "Te idióta! Y-Részeg gyerek!(You idiot! Y-You drunk kid!)" He yelled in the kid's language so the guards and servants wouldn't know what was said. He flipped him over and sighed as the kid already had bruises from the guard's weapons. "You don't understand the language here do you?" He stood up, not going to unbind him due to his drunken nature at the moment. "Tudsz olvasni? Ír? Tud megismerni nyelvünket?(Can you read? Write? Can you learn to know our language?)" He asked, taking the gag out and getting a thinly made blanket to throw over his practically nakid body. He waited for his answer, was he too drunk to answer or was he just faking to make Astrid's life hell?
Then again, he did the same thing, except he didn't drink. He had torn her dresses, broken perfume bottles and 'lost' makeup, attempted to enter a library multiple times and steal food. He had done it because he didn't want to be a slave, he wanted to stay free and learn to be an artist. He also knew that he would have to save this kid from more beatings and keep him away from alcohol. "
Elmegyek, hogy tetszik, józan.(I'm leaving you like that, sober up.)" He asked before leaving the man to sleep it off. He got to Astrid's room very late and knocked lightly, was she asleep? He smiled and decided to leave her to sleep and go back to the kitchen, getting some water and bread to bring to the kid, to earn his trust. He entered the tiny room and closed the door to set the things down and clean up his mess. "I'll just sleep in Joseph's room, no one will notice." He looked to the kid, he eyed the food but was quiet for now. "You want?" The kid must be hungry so he got his arms undone but left his legs bound.
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