"What do you think, your highness?" Priscella smiled, shifting her gaze from the slave to the man she adored.
Her words had a lot of confidence within them as Mikel had barely ever declined her wishes.
Even Sylvia started to sweat a little seeing that the man was taking his sweet time answering the proposal.
And when he finally did…
"Heh… That does sound like a good suggestion. It would make my life a lot easier." Mikel shrugged and casually muttered, making Sylvia shudder.
She snapped her eyes to look up at him to see for herself if he had indeed really meant what he said.
Her anxious gaze met the man's gentle eyes, the amusement contained within them, a little too obvious.
His thin lips then parted again and Mikel slowly mouthed, word for word. "However, I like training my slaves, personally. No need to trouble yourself with my burden."
