Altar of Twilight my own lived mythology

She says nothing, but he already fears some great reckoning. Her lack of any answer, be it confirmation or dissuasion, does nothing to soothe him. He does not let disappointment or fear rule his face, but his mouth turns in a slight frown. 

He expects this. Submission in the truest extent. She does not say it blatantly — for she has said very few things blatantly in this whole conversation — but he knows what she wants of him. Slavery. Perhaps a prisoner, in the same way the red furred woman was made one, or Cassopeia? Unconditionally, no. But most things I can do,