She had expected a reaction like this, once the information had wormed its way into his unwilling mind. She had half-thought that maybe, yes, if he were a slave of Akielos then he would have been meant to serve Damen in some way, so the confirmation of that came as no shock. His panic she understood distantly; she had never been a slave, but it had been her work to know how everyone thought, whether slave or farmer or king.
Turning away from the shelves, Hild placed a gentle but steadying hand on Erasmus' shoulder. Her eyes never left him.
"If your prince did not tell you who he was, then he wanted you to treat him as an equal. You were fulfilling his wishes. You served your prince without knowing it."
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Date: 2016-11-23 05:14 pm (UTC)Turning away from the shelves, Hild placed a gentle but steadying hand on Erasmus' shoulder. Her eyes never left him.
"If your prince did not tell you who he was, then he wanted you to treat him as an equal. You were fulfilling his wishes. You served your prince without knowing it."