Joseph listened to the conversation with interest, but naturally, did not interfere. He turned towards the retreating slave as Uwin was dismissed, and quickly commented.
“Please send a message copied to both Master Alexi and myself when you have found a suitable replacement. I would like to leave around 12:15, to allow ample time for traffic and registration. Thank you, Uwin,” he commented quickly to the slave before turning back to Lord Alexi just in time for his short apology.
“Do not concern yourself with my feelings, Master. It is my duty to serve you. It is not a slave's job to question his orders. I am the one who should be asking forgiveness,” the head slave replied solemnly, a serene kindness within his voice. He bowed low as he spoke, and then stood up straight to await a reply.
The correct response. Always the correct response. Calm, respectful, obedient, emotionless, selfless. How I wish I could allow myself the same freedom that Master wants to promise the others. The freedom to live my own life, make my own choices. Hell, right now I'd settle for the freedom to refuse a Master's request when I know it will pain me, will keep me awake at night. Master Alexi has tried to give me such freedom, and but I will never take it. I cannot. I've given myself too much leeway with Master Alexi as it is. I should beg forgiveness for my thoughts, for my resentment, for my disagreement, even if it primarily has festered within my mind. But Master has far too much to think about now. It would be far more cruel to burden him with the depth of my inward disobedience.