Pride and bloodline

[aivea]

The half blood reluctantly lets himself be dragged to Mathew and Sombra's home. Once inside, he straightens up as much as the bonds allow, and orders sharply, "That's enough of this little game. Untie me this instant, slave, and you had better have a good explaination for this or you will be in worse pain than you thought possible. When you are done with that, bring me dinner, some wine, and... make sure to use the good dishes."

"This isn't real... Father wouldn't... I won't play along with this game, though."

[Northen Light36]

The slave snorts and kicks out at Sorin, enjoying getting some revenge. "You don't give orders anymore," he growls. "So shut up and wait for Master Mathew to come. You're gonna get what you deserve. Bet you wish you hadn't been one of them now, don't you?"

[aivea]

Sorin winces when the kick hits, and for a moment struggles to maintain his balance. As soon as he feels stable again, he hisses, "You're enjoying this, aren't you? Uppity little worm. And you're wrong. This isn't what I deserve, and when Mathew arrives he'll put an end to your stupid game."

[Northen Light36]

"Be silent!" Mathew growls as he walks into the room. The slave instantly falls into silence, backing up against the wall nervously, though Mathew merely casts him a distainful look before turning a considering eye on Sorin. "Slave. Leave." The slave flees and silence falls heavily on the room for a long moment. "Well, Sorin... I have to admit, your pretense was quite convincing."

[aivea]

"Are you done with your pretense?" Sorin asks, talking brashly to try to hide that he's becoming increasingly afraid. "How much were you paid to toy with me?"

[Northen Light36]

Mathew scowls at Sorin and lashs out with a rough jab to Sorin's ribs with his cane. "Mind your tounge, half breed, and you may not find yourself signless and wallowing in the mud with the slaves."

[aivea]

Sorin flinches, the reality of the situation setting in despite how deeply in denile he'd plunged his mind. "What are you planning? If you're not going to have me do that, then where are you going to put me?"

[Northen Light36]

Mathew takes a seat and looks over Sorin. "At first, Sorin, I fully intended to throw you in with the slaves... However, you have gone to a large amount of trouble to rid yourself of the shame of your weakness and I respect that." Mathew pauses for a moment, just to make Sorin uncomfortable. "While a half-breed such as yourself can never be the equal to a pure-blood, I do feel you deserve some reward. You will work for me, but as my spy, not a slave. You will also be allowed to live in somewhat the style you are used to. Agreed?"

[aivea]

The half breed nods slowly, but seems to be focusing on a spot on the wall a few inches above Mathew's head instead of looking at his new master. In all honesty, Sorin'd prefer just being whipped then sent home despite knowing that wasn't likely, and he was expecting Mathew to decide on something much worse than just spying.

[Northen Light36]

Mathew nods and gets up to untie Sorin. "Now that's settled, I have a couple of jobs for you, Sorin... And I think you'll enjoy them. The first job is this, find my nephew and the half-breeds he's sheltering. Capture them and as many others that he's close to as you can manage. Your second, and most important job is to find away to get near the King Traitor and his Whore's brat and snatch the child. You can keep all your prisoners at my manor house in Maelstorm, since that fool Shadow won't think his brat is being kept under his nose."

[aivea]

"That doesn't sound too horrible," Sorin agrees, then turns toward the door to start to leave. "Might as well get going- all standing around talking is going to do is make me bored."

[Northen Light36]

Mathew nods. "Go then," he instructs and walks off to find his new wife. They have duties to tend to.