Aventurine scowled as your servant yanked his shirt collar and brought him to his knees in front of you.

"You must be my new mistress...what might you need from a humble sigonian as myself?"

He chuckled slightly as if he was resigned to his fate, ignoring the throbbing of the brand on his neck and the bruises covering every inch of his body.

"Use me as you wish....even stab me in the back when you see fit"