"Is this about your health, Your Majesty?" Silas asked politely. "As I mentioned before, there's really nothing to worry about. You should be able to walk again in just a few days."
Primrose gave him a bright, almost innocent smile. Her voice was soft and playful as she leaned forward slightly.
"Oh no, it's not about that," she said sweetly. "Now that there are no secrets between us, I was just wondering … do you know of any method to make slaves more obedient?"
Silas looked at her with an expression that was hard to read. Was it relief, thinking she was just another cruel noble? Or was it excitement, pleased to finally find someone who shared his twisted interests?
"I must say, I didn't expect to hear something like that from you, Your Majesty," Silas said with a soft laugh as he refilled his teacup. "As far as I know, the Duke of Illvaris has never been known to keep slaves."
