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He kept having to hush Amethyst. It wasn't normal, not since the slave had been a boy, and they'd worked together to terrorize his mother, but he understood why. They were getting more slaves. Slaves that he was going to keep close at that.
It was cause for jittery nerves, and he just soothed his hand over the man's back, smoothing down long black hair and fidgets that only he could feel at the same time. He was King, and he didn't have nervous twitches. Thus, the hushing motion was just that, a motion for his nervous slave. It didn't speak ill of him to be a good master, and any who would say anything to the contrary would learn that this wasn't a point to argue.
But he was getting new slaves. Resting his other hand on the arm draped across his legs, he watched the door and waited, taking in the presence of his Amethyst. Even if he was getting new, he wasn't ridding himself of the old. That was the important part here. The rest was no matter.
Not in the least.