Ouroboros Spine entertain my faith

If Sitri was to let anyone see half of what his life had been like before, they would probably die. Cara he figured had a rose colored view of him, but if she knew of what he had done in name of the queen. That would fast lessen he imagined, if she didn't wish to get away from him in horror first.

Sitri would not say he loved the queen, would never say that. Because he hadn't, love was foreign to him. He had been her object of lust, her consort, her slave. He had done her bidding and all the others who wanted his body for their own if the queen allowed it, male and female alike. He wasn't even sure if he had ever felt lust or love. He had felt a need when a female was in heat, it had been torture to fight it of course, but he had. He had not wanted his own children to have a life like his. Which made him a hypocrite as he had taken other slaves children, even encouraged their bonds all in name of the queen.

He looked down at her as she pressed further into his shoulder curious. He wasn't sure why she did that, but it didn't necessarily bother him.

It took Sitri a moment to process what she was saying and he wasn't still sure if he understood. You wanted children with no mate? So he asked if that was what she wanted he saw nothing wrong with this personally. After all how many of the slave consorts had children he couldn't even begin to count, their children all slaves too. His father was one such child, born from a slave woman and a warrior.