- 20 Jan 2019, 22:10
“You are basically treated like a dog...” said Simon, who was some how suddenly seated a few paces down from Zara, sipping a drink. “Expected to follow orders to a tee, no matter how odd, dangerous, or degrading they might be...”
He took another sip of his dring as Caleb nodded and said “exactly”.
But looking at Zara then Simon added, “But... a dog fed prime cuts of meat from a silver dish. The pay and benefits make it worth it. Apparently...” he said with a glance at Caleb.
“Those that Nathan or Astrid find particular notice in can get the best jobs, interesting perks, trust in plans... but even those below their notice, so long as they behave properly, receive their good graces as being part of the collective. For example when the master and mistress left for their honeymoon their wine stores, and even some rooms in Iver Hall, were opened to all of us as a gift. Things are very different now with Mistress Iver in the picture. With a simple exchanging of rings and the words “I do” the male dominated, chauvinistic world of Iver Hall was forever altered by an equal to our favorite dark wizard. If nothing else you would appriciate that...” ended Simon, raising his drink to his lips once more.
For his part Simon was enjoying the moment of freedom... freedom from the chains that usually crushed his heart to Zara’s when around her. He had not been called out on it, or killed for it yet, so he could only accept that having Jodie do what she did for him... was a blessing and not an ax descending on his neck.
He could be around Zara with out dying inside, or starting drama.... even if the night was still young....