The Valkar Court of Thralls

I violently whip around, my hands balling into tight fists as I fiercely glare at Kavros over the highly degrading "slave" label permanently stitched onto the expensive clothes he explicitly expects me to wear. "Slaves?" I growl, the word tasting like absolute poison on my tongue. "Are you out of your goddamn mind?"

He merely shrugs his massive, heavy shoulders, completely dismissing my explosive