Unable to see where the Duke was looking, the Baron gleefully laughed as his ego was inflated. His wife though definitely knew and returned a subtle sultry smile as she thanked the Duke's compliment by further accentuating her chest.
"I no longer have my youthful body, but I appreciate your kind flattery, Duke Shamus."
The Duke further blatantly looked at her bosom with smoldering eyes.
"I cannot lie, Lady Freya. I only speak the truth when I see such beauties. Such gifts from the divine must be admired. It would be a sin to the heavens and as a man not to."
Feeling a prick from his member down below, the duke forced himself to cool off his heightened lustful thoughts of the Baron's wife.
"I may not have such luck, but my son took on my lost portion and is now engaged to such a beautiful fiancée. I look forward to their marriage, and when we officially become a family!"
Clueless, Baron Wendell was ecstatic. He only thought of further establishing the political and economic relations between his house and the great house of the Duke.
While the Duke was deeply fantasizing about his provocative wife, the Baron simply fantasized about what more he could do with the deeper connections of the great and powerful military family of the Duke.
"Agreed, Duke Shamus! I look forward to their beautiful future together! And to the blooming of relations between our families as well! Let's bring in the food and make a toast to this joyous occasion!"
Wanting to continue the happy atmosphere, Baron Wendell called for his slaves and servants.
"Servants! You may now begin to serve us dinner!"
The finely dressed servants and slaves brought in the carts of food and drink followed by the those that would serve the meal courses. After everything was brought and placed inside the hall, only those who served stayed in the dining hall as the others exited and waited outside to be instructed if needed.
Seth's main role was to serve dinner to his master and his honored guests.
As he followed and entered the room, his large frame drew the attention of the 3 guests.
Duke Shamus lecherously eyed Seth's body up and down, giving him a foreboding feeling.
Motioning with his face, Duke Shamus asked his soon to be in-law, "Is that tall one there one of your servants Baron Wendell?"
Looking over, Baron Wendell knew exactly who he was referring to. There was only one slave that had the description.
"Call me Wendell. No need to be formal with me, Duke Shamus. That one is a slave I bought years back. He's clumsy for the big guy that he is, but he gets the job done."
Baron Wendell's wife, Lady Freya's, face twitched in annoyance and gave a look of sarcasm. She knew of the other "jobs" her husband's slave performed. However, she quickly became aware she was wearing her emotions on her face, and she quickly tried to hide her displeasure of her husband's words.
However, the Duke did not let any details go unnoticed. He was well aware of the subtle changes of the woman's face. He smirked internally as he understood what went on inside the walls of his soon-to-be in-laws' mansion.
"Let us drop the formalities then. Also call me Shamus. I'm rather surprised. I thought he was a knight of yours with that type of body build. I thought it odd that a knight would be servicing us."
"Oh no, no. By no means is that slave a knight. He's too cowardly to face the monstrous beasts that you fight on the daily."
The Duke smirked and the Baron was caught unknowing what to do with the sudden gesture. He looked cautiously at the Duke.
"He has the potential to be a knight. I think we should test him later to see if he could satisfy our requirements. My son and my knight would be willing to participate. Why not bring your eldest son as well? It would be a great bonding experience to bring our families closer."
The Baron didn't like the idea of his toy becoming a knight, and it showed through his face, but he agreed regardless as he didn't want to cause any possible mishaps with the political marriage. So he put on a facade and smiled delightfully.
"Of course! Seeing the Hero of the East in action would be a treat!"
"Can we come too!" The young boys voiced, but the Duke declined.
"Sorry young ones, you two and the beauties best rest. It wouldn't be for the faint of heart. Maybe when you're older we can give it another go."
"Even us too, Duke? We have seen the knights spar before, we won't be scared." The bride-to-be protested.
"True. I'm sure the three beautiful ladies there wouldn't be too frightened, but this time will be for just us men. We'll do something for the ladies and boys tomorrow, how about that?"
"Okaaaay."
"Alright, let's eat a good meal! We'll be needing it! A toast to the bountiful future of our offspring, and another to a most joyous and exhilarating night!" The Duke loudly proclaimed and cut off any further attempts to interfere with his plans.
Seth stood by the carts waiting to begin serving the meals as he listened to the exchange. He was uncertain of the Duke's intentions. The thought of becoming a knight and freedom was tempting, but he had a feeling it was nothing of the sort. The gaze from the Duke earlier was not one of interest about knighthood.
Everyone agreed to start eating, and the servants and slaves began to serve the first course of their dinner.