likemybooks: looking down and contemplative (oh dear)
Taryon "Tary" Gary Darrington ([personal profile] likemybooks) wrote in [personal profile] makingmyway 2025-06-02 01:38 am (UTC)

[The guard looming over Taryon is a bit more patient. The jewelry catches his eyes, and Taryon can hear the heavy, hot breaths of a man hungry for touch but fighting the good fight in holding back his wants. He doesn't know whether this should comfort or worry him.

He's followed by this man, each step sending him closer to a panic. Dorian and the first guard turn one way, then the other until they reach a large door. The two guards step in front to open the entryway to the study, where Lord Karnon, dressed as he was when he stole his slaves into his mansion, looks up from his paperwork. His eyes trail from one man to the other, and what he sees pleases him.

"I chose well," he says as he puts away his quill. "You'll make excellent servers to our guests tonight. Which I should have mentioned - you are to attend to my visitors when I call you. The servants will bring food and drink to our room, and you are to personally hand it over. Nothing difficult for you to manage, I'm certain. But I have several rules: you must appear to enjoy your role. You cannot defy an order. And most importantly, you must show off your good looks."

He explains that there are two business partners dining tonight, how to stand up correctly, and many other details that Taryon fears he will forget. Karnon steps around his desk when he talks, circling Dorian and Tary, his eyes always looking downward.

Tary is lost in his thoughts when Lord Karnon finishes and asks if they understand. No response.

"I said, do I make myself clear?"

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