"Change of Plans" (Asi/Theia)
Aletheia watched as Asi took the phone from her and move to the bedroom she shared with her sister. She wasn’t sure whether or not she was comfortable with him being in there, she knew her sister most certainly wouldn’t, but it got him out of the way and give her some time, enough to make her way up the steps to Ambrose’s room.
She knocked on the door and walked inside, making her way to the side of her cousin’s bed. She took a seat beside him, the look on his face told her that they needed to talk, but she shook her head, knowing that he must be tired and that he should just save his energy for when he was leaving.
“I’m…not going.” He said breathlessly, “I’m not going with him.”
“What-“ she began but he stopped her and explained to her that he was going to stay and that he had convinced he previous master to keep her. He told her the Asi was as good as his word and that he trusted his master and she should too.
“Be…good. He’s a nice guy. He may come off—a bit arrogant and selfish but he’s a good man and he takes care of his own. He’ll take care of you as long as you’re good. So—“ He took a few breaths using the oxygen tank, and took a sip of water that Aletheia offered to him, “So, please don’t fight him. If not for your own sake, then for our family. When I’m gone you’ll be the head of this family along with mom. It will be up to you to help provide and in order to do that Theia you have to be a good slave. Sooner or later you’ll see what a great man, Mr. Duran is.”
Theia looked at him for a long moment wondering if he was making a last request, “Is that what you want?” she asked after a moment of silence.
“Yes. Aletheia. That is what I want. Please.”
She looked at him, her jaw clenched to prevent herself from bursting in to tears. She didn’t like to think that this was the end. That this moment could very well be the last moment she ever spent with her cousin. And as much as she disagreed with what he said about Asi and how nice he seemed to be, she knew that her cousin was probably correct. He knew his master a lot longer than she did and he wasn’t forced upon Asi like she was. She took her cousin’s hand and brought it to her lips and kissed it.
“If that’s what you want. Then I’ll do it, because I love you.” She said, getting up and hugging her cousin, finding it even harder now, not to cry, “I’ll be good. I promise, because you asked me to.” She kissed him on the cheek, “I should probably get going.”
“Take care, little sis,” he said letting go of her hand once she got up from the bed.
“You too, big brother.” She said with a weak smile kissing him on the forehead, “I love you.” and with that she left the room.
She was coming down the stairs just as Asi was leaving her room. She looked at him, waiting for him to instruct her or tell her what his plans were.
Meeting Aletheia’s eyes as he walked out of the room made him think of the decision he just made; the promise he gave his dying slave, Ambrose. Did he make a mistake? He asked himself as he stared in her big eyes that were filled with question.
She wasn’t an obedient slave at all, and this was no exaggeration. She challenged him whenever way she can and truthfully, he wasn’t up for all the work breaking a new slave. He came to Asher to relax. Be on vacation. Not to fight with a stubborn temporary slave who he honestly believed didn’t know the meaning of respect and submission.
Ambrose of course had to excuse his cousin many times during their conversation, many times. The man said that the young woman had a hard life and trusted no one and was only acting the way she did to protect herself as she would never let anybody push her around.
"She is not fit for a slave, Ambrose," he eyed the man lying on his death bed.
He refused to take her back home but they needed the money, Ambrose said. The family needed it and that "Aletheia will be better."
"You will not be sorry, Master…" the weak man assured him. Whenever did Ambrose lie to him? Or was it because the man was dying that he forced himself to believe the slave’s words?
Bringing himself back to the present, he found himself still staring in his slave’s eyes. Frowning, he then spoke, “Get your things. We’re going home.”
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