
The house was not as I remembered it. The slaves were no longer bald, and the lower rooms had been redecorated, I could only assume to inspire its new tenants.
His eyes are green, so pure and bright, caught within a feathery hail of dark lashes. He is truly beautiful to behold, a better male specimen I have never seen. His name is Leopold.
I wasn’t sure what to do with him, for I have never even owned a pet before, let alone a human being. Was he a test? Again I wasn’t sure what Kain had in mind when giving him to me. I’m not sure what I expected of him either, which must have greatly confused him.
Kain had purchased him from an illegal fighting club only days ago. For a fighting slave, he seemed exceedingly gentle. And even though he was a slave, he was a man and I respected that. Though he may seem docile now, I knew that could change in a blink of an eye.
I own a man. I find that rather.. intoxicating.
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