Pratik wasn’t used to this phenomenon. Usually he counted down moments until his assignment ended. Or until his sentence was up in someone’s prison. He didn’t usually count down minutes to willingly giving up his freedom.
But, here they were.
He reluctantly walked to the courtyard, wondering if he’d be able to keep his own furs or have to the pathetic excuse of a coat the assholes gave the slaves. He bowed a bit to Gaius. “Your lordship.”
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