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He paced the confines of the throne-room, bubbling with discontent. Itachi had failed him, and in doing so, had created a waste of valuables that could not easily be amended. Solomon only brought his vessel to dock twice a year - Sirius knew the trading times well, for when he and the captain of The Salamander had been comrades, they had shared such privy information with one another. The slave that had been lost would have been of a high caliber - All of Solomon's stock was. The gold coin the Thistle King had entrusted to his Protege had been an ample sum for such a quality purchase, and that, too, had been wasted.
He ground his yellowed teeth and growled irritably, sinking into the high-backed throne when pacing became unbearable. Head leaned against one hand, which splayed cream fingers to filter the sharp light from acidic olive eyes. Sirius could feel his headache returning, a dull pounding behind eyelids that echoed his every thought.
With a long-suffering sigh, the monarch allowed his anger to slide back into annoyance. Itachi would always be offered a spot of favoritism - Like an estranged father, Sirius had formed some sort of strange addiction for the golden youth. Something about his eyes, about his very inability to successfully read or manipulate the Protege, created a small film of adoration between his value for the man and his current distemper. If any other man had committed such a misdeed, they would be suffering intensely for it - In comparison, Itachi had been let off lightly. Cream fingers rubbed pensively at his temples. At least the other slaves were well delivered, safe in the hands of their knew owners. Salsola would benefit from this new livestock.
The thought of livestock prompted another grumble from the Thistle King. He needed to visit the Arbiter, to ensure that the rest of his valuables had arrived in appropriate condition. The lanky, dark male rose to his domineering height, shaking out the dark tangles of his unruly mane until the locks fell away from poisonous olive. Then, with purposeful strides, he moved to the crumbling doorway and started towards the barn.
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