“Did you now, Shi? Well, you can tell if you feel like it, but Slave here doesn’t need a name. She hasn’t pleased me enough to be called it.” A jolting tug to the collar kept her head high. Offering a wing to the barely clad Shi, he would escort her and drag his pet. Malfunction or no, a loyal slaves input on imports and gifts and tributes would be helpful to send what and whom where they need go.
“Girl. All you need to do is sit and look pretty. Unless I say do something, don’t move.” he ordered and hooked her chain to his throne. The Chair was a gorgeous silver granite with a simple slope to the head. Mostly un crushable by his claws and weight, the stone was polished and a single skull adorned the top- a Cow. Not a steer and not a bull, a simple Cow. Unpainted and yellow, She was patted by the Prince like a prize. No marks on the Bone, she didn’t get scratched.
“Girl, Shi; This Girl was a Pet of mine, loyal, lovely creamy milk when she had calves. We didn’t force breed her and she loved us for that. I kept her head after she died of a twist ankle. My respects to her in hope her love helps me rule this Den well and so far, she’s never steered my decision wrong. You would thrive better, slave; if you listened.” he sat on the tiny cushion that was on the seat; waiting for the first issue of the morning.