A slave was a slave, no matter how nicely it was said. Ashura knew that just as surely as his new slave was. But it was required for the war to be over. His clan were warriors by blood, but even they tired of the constant battle. So he had fought tenaciously to figure out a way to end it. He just hadn't expected this member of the Twelve Knights to be handed over. A fine prize, indeed.

He made sure the agreement was followed to the letter. Any who disobeyed were dealt with harshly, as much as he disliked needing such a firm hand even with his own people. Leadership demanded it, and Ashura had stepped up to the task.

He studied the kneeling former knight for a long moment, thin fingers toying with a lock of hair before he stood and walked over to remove the blindfold and tilt the slave's head up with a hand on his chin.

"Obey, and you will be treated fairly."