Prince of Slaves: Chapter 6

Hello everyone! I was surprised that you wanted Flouth to be second in command, Grink the general, and Thyrin in charge of the domestic affairs. It’ll be interest to write keeping in mind their personalities.

Are you curious about the characters personalities? Their backstories before the start of Prince of Slaves, which if you’re new to, click here to read the Prologue. Well, I’d like to give you an opportunity to figure out more about the characters and the world of Prince of Slaves. Coming Wednesday, I will be posting a Link to my Patreon account where you can help me financial continue to create Prince of Slaves and have a chance to get a behind the scenes look. Each week, I’ll be posting a new character’s personal character sheet. On Wednesday, the map of the country will be available along with Listross’s information and the non-cannon talk that I had with him to help me flesh him out more.

If you’re not interesting in any of that, don’t worry. I’ll still be posting new chapters of Prince of Slaves every other week for your enjoyment. If you missed Chapter 5, click here to catch up before reading further.

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Prince of Slaves: Chapter 6

Grink and Listross sat at a small table that they acquired from their latest endeavor. They had managed to free a group of Tavalaskians on an onion farm. Thyrin and the men from his vineyard joined in the fray against the Ferronians and fought well. Unfortunately, instead of celebrating the victory, Listross had to have Flouth consol those from the vineyard. Killing those who were evil was not evil, but bringing justice. To Listross’s surprise, Thyrin didn’t take the battle as difficult as the rest of his men and was taking inventory of the new supplies.

“This last battle was easy because we surprised the Ferronians and highly outnumbered them.” Grink sipped a cup of tea. “But you see, the more farms we attack, the more farms we free, the more upset we make Yurn, King of the Ferronians. We should soon expect more soldiers to be out searching for us and for the plantations to be more heavily armored.”

“It’s a variable we’ll just have to deal with going forward.” Listross cut an apple.

“It might be smart to avoid freeing other slaves until we’re on the border of Sholance and Tavalask.”

“We still have a week and a half before we get there and we’re in need of supplies. Also, weren’t you the one who said we needed more citizens to seem worthy for the Sholancians to help?”

“Yes, I have an idea, but it’s risky.”

“I’m listening?”

The door to the manner house creaked open. “Prince?” Thyrin poked his head in.

“Come in, what is it?”

“I have that inventory you asked for.”

“Can you give us a few minutes. I think we’re almost done.”

“There’s a lot of information, and I’d rather not forget it.”

Listross held out a quill, inkwell, and a piece of paper. “Just write it down. I’ll look at it later.”

Thyrin nodded slowly, taking the items. He glanced between Listross and Grink, saluted by tapping his left shoulder and then the middle of his chest with right fist as Grink had taught them, and left.

“As I was saying,” Grink pointed to a town in Tavalask near the border of Sholance, “Not many people are suspicious of us yet. I suggest, we free the people of this town. It’ll be difficult and take a bit of planning, but I think we can take this town. Then we have something specific we can ask Sholance for, to help us defend this town as we go out and free others.”

Listross scratched at his beard. “It sounds very risky. I’ll have to think about it.”

“I understand.”

“Draw up specific battle plans for me to consider.”

Grink nodded with a grunt and saluted as Thyrin had. 

Listross stood and walked out. He needed to check on everyone else. 

The new slaves were in the fields working on harvesting the onions. It was good to get the crops in and Listross saw all of his original slaves working with them. Turns out that harvesting potatoes and onions. The kids were off playing a game of chase around the field. All except for Emmya.

Listross glanced about, his heart rate rising.


Listross grabbed Merna’s, Thyrin’s daughter’s, arm. “Where’s Emmya?”

The eighty-year-old stared at him for a moment and blinked a bit scared. Quietly she pointed to the manor house.

“I just came from there.”

The girl shrugged. “She said she wanted to read.”

Listross pierced his lips and nodded. He let her arm slip from his grasp as she escaped the tag of her brother. 

He ran back into the manor house, past Grink who was deliberating over the map and searched the rooms. 

He was about to raise the alarm when he caught a small form under the covers of the master bed. 


She looked up and blinked. “I haven’t seen this one before.” There was a book open in front of her. 

He bent down on the bed next to her and smiled. “What’s it about.”

And a knock on the door interrupted them. 

“Prince.” Thyrin poked his head in the room. “Here’s the supply list you asked for.”

“Thank you.” Listross took it and skimmed it over. “The Ferronians glisten with their blessing from the gods? Listross doesn’t have the brawn to be able to take them on?”

Thyrin’s face turned deep red. “That’s not what I told him to write!”

“Who did you have write this up?”

“Arkin. He was the only one not busy. And with you trusting Flouth so much.”

“I asked you to write the list down.”

“I can’t.”

“What do you mean you can’t.”

“I don’t know how.”

“You don’t know how to write?”

“Or read.”

Listross groaned. “My four-year-old daughter knows how to read and you dohn’t.”

“The masters said it wasn’t necessary to learn.”

Listross licked the back of his teeth to keep from uttering words he knew he would regret. 

“I can talk to Arkin.”

“I’ll take care of him. You talk with your men.”

Thyrin left and Listross smiled down at Emmya. “You’re book?”

“There was an explorer who’s been to all three countries and he explains the differences of each.”

“Really, and what does he say about each?”

“Well, there are a lot of big words, so it’s kind of hard to read, but he sounds like he thinks all of them are good.”

Listross furrowed his brow and took the book and started flipping through it. “This does have a lot of big words.”

“Can you read it to me.”

Listross stared out the window then looked back at Emmya. “Just for a little bit.”

“Yay!” Emmya curled up in his lap under his arms.

Listross smiled and read to her. After half an hour, he set the book down and encouraged her to go play outside with the other kids. She resisted just enough to be cute before scampering out the door. Listross fixed the sheets and blankets on the bed and went outside as well. 

Back outside, Listross rubbed his temples, trying to figure out how he was going to teach these slaves literacy while still trying to free others. And perhaps it wasn’t just those from Thyrin’s farm, but these news slaves they freed. He scratched at his beard again and pondered that he also needed a shave. 

The onions fields were empty. Listross looked around. 

Flouth ran up. “Sir, we might have a problem.”

“Now what.”

“Theophiad thought it was a good idea for them to celebrate their new freedom.”


“Well, they’re celebrating. With our supplies. I think they’ve cooked up a week’s worth of rations.”

 Listross coughed. “What? Where were you to stop this!”

“I was counseling Thyrin’s men, remember?”

“And Thyrin? This is part of his duty anyway.”

Flouth shrugged. “Haven’t seen him in a while. And where were you?”

Listross frowned. “Emmya wanted me to read to her.”

Flouth nodded. “So now what?”

“I guess we’ll all celebrate the freeing of another plantation. It would be foolish to just let the food go to waste, but this group will get some sort of reprimand.”

Flouth and Listross walked over to the barn where the pleasant smell of the feast drifted into their nostrils. 

They walked through the doors and looked around. 

“What have you done!” Thyrin stood before the group. The volume at which he spoke called everyone’s attention. 

“We needed this food. It was supposed to last us a week and a half, and you go and use it without telling anyone. If you were really that excited about your freedom, maybe you should do it by respecting those that freed you! Instead, you mock us and endanger us by being foolhardy! What have you to say for yourselves?”

Theophiad, who was about fifty years out and had short dark hair and a long beard which large brown eyes, cleared his throat. “We barely touched the supplies that you had brought. We used food from our farm. Therefore, it was rightfully ours to use.”

“If you had wanted to claim it, then you should have freed yourselves.”

“We didn’t have the chance before you came and did it for us. Technically we didn’t even ask you to.”

Listross stepped up next to Thyrin and placed his hand on his shoulder. “We have freed you from the oppressive Ferronians. You now have a choice as to who you want to serve. Will you bow your knee to me, Prince Listross Tavalask, or to the Ferronians?”

Theophiad looked at Listross shocked and the others started muttering amongst themselves. Some of the smarter ones bowed to Listross immediately. Slowly, Theophiad Went down on his knees as well.

“Good.” Listross clapped. “Now, Theophiad, since you’ve had such a delicious meal cooked up for everyone, would you mind finding the rest of our group so that we can all enjoy this meal?”

Theopiad blinked and nodded. He hung his head as he walked out the barn door past Listross and Thyrin. 

“I’m sorry, Prince,” Thyrin whispered.

Listross shook his head. “We were all busy or distracted.”

“Prince?” Listross heard from behind him and turned. Arkin stood there looking ashamed. “I’m sorry for making a fool out of you and Thyrin.”

Flouth raised an eyebrow. “What did you do.”

Listross tapped his shoulder. “We’ll deal with it later.”

As the rest of the group piled into the barn and started eating, Listross sat down on a log and pondered who would be best to teach the large group of slaves to read. 

  1. It was necessary that they learn how to read. This was something that Grandmother Aymm pressed into all the slaves on Listross’s plantation, but none more so than he. He was proud that he had instilled that same desire for literature into Emmya and he was the only one capable of teaching these newer slaves. 


  1. Although literacy was very important to Listross, he had other plans that he needed to worry about. This was something that he could leave with Flouth. Flouth also was taught by Grandmother and would be able to teach at least a basic understanding of language, but might not be able to instill the necessity of it.  

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