It’d been an easy win. Almost too easy. But she’d relished in the victory nonetheless and taken him home with her like all good captors do. It was part of their agreement after all - he was now slave to the Chambers command. Chezter had been mostly silent the whole way, which Astri appreciated, until of course they reached the borders of her home. And when he opened his mouth - well, let’s just say that Astri was glad they were home and not too far away. She might have just killed him herself. They stop just inside the Chamber’s reaches, not too unlike the first time they had arrived, except this time Astri was hellbent on smoothing over that awful first encounter.
“I don’t want you to join the Chamber, you idiot. You’re our captive. Our slave. I’m hoping that by bringing you back here either Straia or Gryffen will be able to torture you to their heart’s content.” She says, flicking an irritated ear behind her. She could go on, of course, but they’re intercepted by Killdare, a fact that Astri is more than glad of. He takes it upon himself to tutor the half-blind imbecile and she can feel a sideways grin beginning to show.
She’d rather have gone without the pat on the back that he gives her, but she grits her teeth and manages a half-hearted smile. “Thanks.” She chokes out, inhaling before moving forward to the heart of the kingdom. “Have you seen our queen, or Gryffen, perhaps?” She asks him, hoping to rid herself of Chezter as fast as she could manage.
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