A Master/Slave Meme

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Congratulations! You are now a slave/master.


Master:
What kind of master are you?
What brought you into possession of a slave?
What will you have your slave do for you?


Slave:
Why are you a slave?
How easily will you adjust to this new situation in life? ie, what kind of slave are you?


Run wild and have fun! RNG is not needed~

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[english_dignity]

[At least the other man had manners, meaning this whole situation had the chance at being bearable.]

Arthur Kirkland. I don't need any other titles.

[flowerbucho]

Even if you would feel the need I'm afraid that they wouldn't be valid.

[This was a different kind of life from being free. It was a life that was controlled by him now.]

In private you can call me by my name. I don't mind.

[english_dignity]

Perhaps not in court, but my people would still apply them to me.

[Arthur didn't feel a need to elaborate on that. The permission to use his personal name, however, brought the smallest of smiles to his lips.]

And in public? Assuming I'm ever allowed to leave this room.

[flowerbucho]

That is a totally different subject all in itself. Controlling what a person thinks is hard.

[If Arthur was someone that his people deemed important then his current position would matter little to them.]

I see no good reason why I should keep you in my chambers. Master or more preferably Yukimura-sama. You could switch that over to Seiichi-done during less formal occasions.

[english_dignity]

I think I'll keep to the last two. I can't see myself calling anyone 'master.'

[The other two titles meant nothing to him, so there was no difficulty in them. But the promise of being allowed to leave was encouraging as he tried to figure out just where his new boundaries would be.]

Will I need to be in your company, or free to wander?

[flowerbucho]

And I would not be fully comfortable with it.

[It was the proper thing to call him, but it left little to the imagination. As much as possible Yukimura wanted Arthur to feel like a personal servant and not a slave. Some thing he couldn't change, but at least he could make this enslavement bearable.]

For now stay at my side. We will see later if I let you walk around on your own.

[english_dignity]

[It also brought to mind tarty harem girls for Arthur, something he didn't particularly want to picture himself as. And at least there was a chance of being allowed to roam free in the future.]

I suppose I can find that acceptable for now.

[flowerbucho]

[Looking over Arthur again now that they were a bit closer to one another and the other didn't looked as upset as when he first entered the room, his eyes fell on the collar. It was made out of soft leather and was decorated with his family emblem. That thing was more of a chain then those that had been around the slave's wrists.]

You don't need to have the collar on while sleeping and when you are washing yourself. More than that I can not bend the rules.

[english_dignity]

[He reached up to touch the almost forgotten collar, shrugging a shoulder.]

I suppose I can treat it like any other uniform. Better than some of the costumes I've seen slaves dressed up in over the years.

[flowerbucho]

I can assure you that I won't force you into clothes you would not feel comfortable in.

[He was a reasonable person and hoped that he could become a fair leader when his time would come. It would be hard to rule over such a big empire, but he was dead set on doing his best.]

[english_dignity]

[Arthur fully intended on being in control of his own lands by then or shortly after, but perhaps they could be allies then instead of his having to take over.]

Good to know. I'd look horrid in most of them anyway.

I should ask, however, what my duties will be.

[flowerbucho]

I am sure that my father had some grand idea of what I should use you for, but he didn't fill me in on it so I guess it is up to my to chose what you should do.

[Not that easy actually when he got this gift out of the blue like that. It was not like he didn't knew what kind of things slaves was put to do. It had more to do with that he could use servants for the exact same thing.]

If I would send you to the kitchen to get some tea you wouldn't try to run away, right?

[english_dignity]

I think that would be the fastest way to get caught and brought back for whatever punishment your laws assigns to runaway slaves. So no.

[If he were going to run for it, it'd be with better planning and some help. Not going to get tea when he barely knew the layout.]

[flowerbucho]

Good. Then would you be so kind to get two cups of tea and some snacks?

[Yukimura went up from the chair and went over to his desk to scribble down the way to the kitchen on a piece of paper.]

Here.

[english_dignity]

[Arthur took the piece of paper in hand, glancing it over. He had studied a little of the language for the sake of being able to decipher stolen messages, but c.f. would hardly call himself fluent in its written form.]

A pass to keep me from getting stopped, I assume?

[flowerbucho]

That and make sure you will find the way. Can you read it good enough?

[He was used to that all in the castle could read the language and didn't stop to think that Arthur might not be knowable in it.]

[english_dignity]

Yes, I'm familiar with directional words. They were needed during the war.

[That was something he would work on improving while he was there, however. There was no need to waste the opportunity.]

I should be back shortly.

[flowerbucho]

Then I see you shortly.

[Once Arthur got back he would find the young prince sitting in his chair again, reading a book. That was one of the ways he usually spend his free time with.]

[english_dignity]

[Arthur headed out to the kitchen, using the directions to find it rather quickly. Who knew his strategic learning of the language would serve him in serving someone of his enemy's family.

On his return, he let himself in quietly, setting one cup of the tea beside the prince before putting the snacks between them and taking his to his chair.]

[flowerbucho]

[Well Arthur didn't really made any noise when he returned, but Yukimura wasn't that deep into the book to not notice. Placing a bookmark in the book he closed it and put it down in favor of picking up his cup.]

Thank you.

[english_dignity]

I noticed some English teas in your kitchen. I hope you don't mind my getting into them. I'm rather picky with my tea.

[Even if the prince had minded, he would have had to drink his native tea at least once before resigning himself to whatever the locals drank.]

[flowerbucho]

Not at all. I personally enjoy to vary my choices of tea.

[The world had so many different kinds of teas to offer to be focused on just a small section of them.]

How is England as a country anyway? Father only talk out of a battle point of view when I ask him.

[english_dignity]

We're a monarchy with a parliament, have been for some time. I'm sure you've already heard of our navy. As an island nation, one's navy is more important than its army for war abroad.

[He closed his eyes, feeling a sudden wave of homesickness.]

We have beautifully green fields and forests, castles rich with our history... I hope this occupation won't change too much...

[flowerbucho]

Of what I have seen this far of the countries father occupy he is leaving them pretty much alone.

[Yukimura could imagine that this must be hard. Being ripped away from your homeland to some strange place as a slave, unknowing of what's going on back home.]

To be honest I'm not really sure why father feel like he need to expand our territory this much. It all is a bit silly if you ask me.

[english_dignity]

That part I can understand, unfortunately. The need to expand, not just in land but also in power and resources. I just wish he had set his eyes on some other land.

[He sighed and shook his head. There was little to do about it now but let his country recover before thinking about taking action.]