Dynasty: The Glorious Strategist (Dynasty Saga Book 3) Read Free Page B

snorted in amusement. “Sounds about right,” she said.
    Given how upside down so much of the thinking in this world was. Of course it would make sense for them to treat slaves better than non-slaves. Lymee was not one for slavery in the first place but if she was she would think it would be a much simpler class structure. Meaning slaves would be at the bottom and everything else would work up from there.
    Voss was now doing drills of some kind where he fired his arrows as fast as he could at a stationary target. He was faster than Lymee would have thought possible and his aim was spot on but there was apparently something wrong with it as he would grow frustrated with himself and try again.
    “How are you guys by the way?” Lymee asked glancing over at Yoni. “You settling into palace life okay?”
    Yoni’s fingers stopped scratching Kitsune for a second as she hesitated to answer. “It’s been harder than I expected.” She looked down deeply considering her words. “I was ready for what life would be like as a wanderer and knew that such a life would not be what I was used too. But here in the palace,” she looked up staring off into the distance. “I never realized how hard living as a palace servant would be.”
    “Well you’re more of a retainer or attendant than a servant,” Lymee pointed out trying to lighten the mood. “Had any problems of mistaken identities?”
    “Not as of yet, my lord,” Yoni smiled looking down at Kitsune as she rubbed her fingers through her fur. “It would seem that many of the attendants that work in the Palace now were not present when Lords Cia and Arn were visiting. And as the two stayed for such a short time, keeping mostly to themselves, it would seem that none were able to get a very memorable look at them. More than that however,” Yoni let out a breath, her gaze seeming to wander someplace into the far off distance. “I think the two of us have change so much over the past two years that it would be impossible to confuse us any longer.”
    “I still think you’re pretty,” Lymee joked nudging Yoni with her shoulder.
    “You had better say that,” Yoni smiled, her face genuinely warming up a bit. “I will say that this has given me the opportunity to reevaluate my opinion on servants. More importantly on their appearance and how attractive they truly are.” Yoni gave Lymee a devilish grin. “A fact that I am more than making up for now.”
    Lymee rolled her eyes. “Just remember what we talked about.”
    “I know,” Yoni assured, nodding her head in understanding. “No using my spirit to help ‘sway’ them.” Yoni rolled her eyes like the whole thing was just an annoyance.
    Lymee shook her head recalling how upset she had been upon learning that for over two years Yoni had been using her minor spirit ability to manipulate Lymee’s desire for her as a way to get Lymee into bed.
    “Are you really still bitter about that?” Yoni asked noticing the sour look on Lymee’s face.
    “Wouldn’t you be? To learn that one of your only friends has basically been hypnotizing you since the very first day that you met?”
    “I don’t know what hypnotizing is,” Yoni closed her eyes, giving a slight shake of her head.
    “It’s a way of,” Lymee searched for the words to best describe it. “Mental suggestion to make someone do something.”
    “I can’t make you do anything with my spirit,” Yoni pointed out. “I can only increase the desires that are already there. We call it enthralling.”
    “Yeah that’s what they say about hypnotizing,” Lymee puffed out her cheeks. “And enthralling sounds way worse.”
    “All joking aside,” Yoni put a reassuring hand on Lymee. “I only did it because you needed the comfort of another and I feared that was the only way you would let me in after ‘it’ happened.”
    The ‘it’ she was referring to being the time that Lymee had been taken by slavers and brutally raped by them as a way of breaking her in.