Back to Silas, his gaze toward Primrose had started to shift, now filled with admiration and a twisted sort of approval, as if he had just found a kindred spirit in cruelty.
"That's quite the mindset, Your Majesty," Silas said with a dark chuckle. "I always suspected you were more clever than your reputation suggests."
"So," she continued, her tone light and curious, "how do you usually discipline your slaves? I assume you don't just drag them out and whip them in the town square like some barbarian?"
"Of course not," Silas replied with a wave of his hand. "That's messy and too easy for others to see. I prefer something more elegant, more … effective like a slave seal."
Primrose's brow lifted ever so slightly, pretending to not know anything about that. "Slave seal?"
Silas nodded. "Yes. It's a tool clever masters use. With the right spell, you can make a slave feel pain, freeze their limbs, or even cause terrifying hallucinations just by breaking your command."
