Evening was fast approaching. The sun was slowly descending from it's place in the sky. Angela prayed that this years Bound would bring another plentiful year for Tarsha. So far it had done her well. Never had a Bound escaped the sacrifice in her household. A puzzled look cam over her features. On second thoughts, they never made it. She frowned slightly. This BloodOath had been going for years, surely one would have made it? She racked her brain for any memory of unsuccessful hunt, either by gossip or announcement. There was none. This stumped her for a bit, and she wondered how that were possible. Eventually she decided it must have been due to the gods and their favour on Tarsha. This returned her smile. Yes, Tarsha had been the world power for years. According to the priests, ever since the BloodOath was created.
She slowly roved around the garden enjoying that atmosphere and the peace. She would have to wait till the Hunt was over to get this quiet a night again. For the next month or so there would always be two slaves dying in the stockades to ensure prosperity for the new year. As she offered up one last prayer for another successful Hunt and consequently following year, she noticed Sylvester.
Her lips pursed. She'd had him set up the dining room to keep him near the kitchen, in order for him to be found quickly. It was a good thing she'd seen him now.
"Sylvester"
He looked up startled, but she ignored it.
"Your to go into the kitchen to serve tonight"
She then turned and walked into the house, not waiting for his reaction or reply. It didn't matter, he was a possession nothing more. As she stepped into the house, a chorus of bells echoed over the city coming from the cloister. The signal for the beginning of the feast. The Hunters would know that it meant they were to gather in the dining hall. She assumed Belle would bring the blonde slave, and from there Miss Edwards could send her into the kitchen to serve.
She passed the corridors, and after walking through the dining hall, made her way into the kitchen.
"All of you can leave, with the exception of Juno and the Syri" she announced harshly, waiting for them to place the food on the bench before leaving.
The Syri came out with two bottles, she quickly instructed them before going back to the dining hall. It was one thing she didn’t like about the BloodOath- having to feast with slaves. Yes they were the favoured ones, but they were slaves none the less. She would never forget the lesson her father had taught her. Slaves were only waiting to turn on their mistress and therefore had to be governed with an iron fist.
She checked that her box of supplies had been bought down. She'd need to give it to the hunters before the branding. She frowned. It was such a noisy job, and it also meant staying up to give her Hunters final advice before they left to Hunt. Oh well, she'd have to think of the perks. Removing the weak ones would certainly be good for her appearance.
She took her seat at the head of the table, waiting for her Hunters to arrive.