Being enslaved was better than dying but only barely. Kennet did what he had to in order to survive as a slave with the knowledge that freedom would risk being found by the people who drove him into slavery. Kennet saw no reason to do anything extra for the men who bought him. They didn’t care about him and he didn’t care about them.
That was true until the royal family of Penhale purchased Kennet guard Prince Didymos. Protecting Prince Didymos from the assassins seeking to kill him dragged Kennet into the world of national politics and onwards to face an enemy that threatened to destroy not just Kennet but the whole world.
Kennet didn’t want to deal with any of it, the assassins or the magic that lurked around him but if he wanted to survive, Kennet would have to not just face down the threats surrounding them but also track the assassins back to their shadowy leader.
What he found at the source of the chaos changed Kennet in ways he could never have anticipated, taking him in all new directions. Hopefully Kennet’s new skills would be enough to let him save the world, his lovers and himself.
Artifacts of Awareness
By Meyari McFarland
27: Sending Idris Away
“Uh, we don’t have any boats.”
Three pairs of dimwitted eyes blinked back at Kennet. The entire morning had been spent with people staring at him with equally confused, startled expressions. Every single person that he’d talked to had responded to him as if he was speaking a language they didn’t understand even when he confirmed that they had heard what he’d said.
Kennet groaned. Fifteen fucking sets of morons in one morning really were too much. They stared when he said to clean up the trash. They blinked when he asked about where the food came from. All of them gaped when he asked who knew someone who knew someone who had a boat to take Idris across the bay. It was infuriating but now he knew why Queen Yafiah hadn’t been successful in regaining her throne.
He really hadn’t expected her men to be quite this lazy or stupid. Only three of them, Lord Ila and two of his friends, had any gumption at all. Unfortunately for Kennet, those three were only as helpful as they had to be. Lord Ila’s asshole of a brother Nahir was already on Kennet’s last nerve and was likely to be dead by nightfall if he didn’t stop scoffing every time Kennet opened his fucking mouth.
“I know that,” Kennet snarled at the current set of morons. “You do have relatives on the coast, right?”
“Well, yeah,” the tallest one said. “But they’re not our boats.”
“I don’t give a fuck if who owns the fucking boat!” Kennet shouted. “I want to ship the kid off on a boat to get him the hell away from here! Do you know anyone who’d be willing to take a passenger across the bay? For money?”
He added the last bit because they all started shaking their heads as if it was too much to ask. That their friends or relatives would get paid for it apparently changed the situation enough that they started talking amongst themselves in a dialect that even Na’im found difficult to follow. Kennet took a deep breath and let it out slowly to try and get rid of some of the anger that had built up. This whole situation was fucked and he wasn’t sure that he’d be able to fix it.
Hell, he wasn’t sure he wanted to try. Running away seemed like a better option every time one of these idiots gaped at him when he asked about something.