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Younger men—even of the highest stations—rarely wore such heavy tapestry, seeming to prefer the ease of trousers and buttoning shirts. On seeing their dress, I realized that they must both be important officials, so I scrambled to my feet and quickly moved before them.

Being more than a little frightened, I spoke in my most deferential tones and kept my eyes to the floor. Swift as a rifle shot, the other man caught my shoulders with a hard rap of his cane. Do not address your King so. Are you a dimwit? Lord Vero and The violet and the tom require answers from you.

The Violet and the Tom

I hoped this pleased the King and his retainer. Interacting properly with a northern monarch hadn't been a large part of my training.

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One knee pushed painfully against a sharp corner of flagstone, but it the violet and the tom to keep me alert. As it please you. Did Lord Riedich starve you? He believed me too large. There were laws, yes, to protect us, and certainly, Lord Riedich had been tight-roping—if not breaking—those laws.

But to ask a slave to complain about his owner?

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Gods, who were we, if we learned to question the fitness of our masters? Once we entertained those notions—'yes, the master is unfair'—when did it stop? Once begun, how could we live with who we were—who we had to be to survive?

I only understand this now, after having had the violet and the tom luxury of time and safety to ponder the delicacy of the enslaved mind.

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That the violet and the tom, all I knew was that I floundered, unable to process the question, much less come up with a suitably decorous reply. But the King preempted me with an impatient huff.

Loose breeches of sheer fabric slung low on my hips, a sleeveless tunic dropping to midriff, open low down the front. Among male slaves, only the eromenos wore clothing so delicate and suggestive.

I didn't want him to think me common. But that is well within the Grecian States…you have the complexion of a Gael.

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I was fair and golden, the violet and the tom to the people up here. Most from the southern lands were not, especially along the sea, with brown eyes being common, dark hair and smooth olive skin the norm. But he smiled, and I knew from the glint in his eye that he approved—that he desired it, even.

It is a lesson we are all taught well, that—barring directives otherwise—if the eromenos is to peak at all, then he should peak first. Not only does this stroke the master, assuring him of his prowess, it also prevents the slave's final efforts from interfering with the master's post-coital glow.

I had this in mind, and as our coupling grew frantic again, I stroked, long and firm, thumb over the tip, knowing myself well.

The master had shut his eyes again, and begun a stuttering hiss through his lips, very like the sound I'd heard from him before…the night of equinox…kneeling before him at the foot of his bed. He'd been close then, lost in his heating blood, perhaps with Lord Egan in his mind, the violet and the tom himself elsewhere.