<span style="color: #4d4dff">"Who is this glorified livestock and why does she talk to me with a sense of superiority? Invited me? I sent my maid to deliver a message, Ruby tells me that Spite disobeyed my request and injured her in the process. Then Nail took off so I don't need your invitation when the people who represent me and fucking around and making messes." </span>She raised an eyebrow but quickly scowled and backhanded Inaara.<span style="color: #4d4dff">"She is not my slave and I didn't tell her to have sex with Ashia, in fact I made it very clear it was optional after Nail and I enjoyed our time with Ashia..." </span>She looked away and rubbed her chin.<span style="color: #4d4dff"> "Does she really see herself as my slave? I've always been strict with her but she was a wild animal when I got her, and I mean that as a figure of speech. But I've been hard on her because I want to see her succeed in life without me. I expected to die alone in my wheel chair and wanted her and Nail to be able to go and live the best lives possible. She's a dragon, she could have always walked away and I never could have stopped her." </span>She looked over at the portal as it opened and Emily carried in a large table to replace the one Nail had broken.<span style="color: #4dffff">"Anything else, Mistress?" </span>Miriam looked at the wounded dragonling and then to Inaara.<span style="color: #4d4dff">"Heal my maid so she doesn't bleed out. I think we need to talk."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>