No cane. He is own slave keeper.” Tsai Linn reached forward and gripped Bernard’s hair at the back of his head. She pulled his head up until he wa... looking up at her, his face only inches from hers. “You want to leave, round eye? You want to go no-sponsor?”The girls could see that the look on Bernard’s face was one of pure terror. He shook his head vigorously. Just the thought of trying to make his way on the edge of the law was enough to make him feel panic.“See. If male know he better off. “It’s too bad I didn’t just put it together until now, Emma, but I see how you’ve started becoming so perfect.”“I thought I was perfect to you already.”“You were, but perfection knows no bounds, does it?”“What’s your excuse?”“Me?” Casey asks, pressing her fingers to her chest. “I wanted knowledge. My perfection comes from being incredible smart. Power doesn’t come from beauty but knowledge.”“Oh, I’ve figured that one out,” Emma quips back. “Of course a bit of beauty can go a long way.”“So we. Nor provisions, for that matter. The rest of your garrisons have already yielded to the Unsullied and the Dothraki. The Stormlands are swept clean of your Lannister filth, one by one, and are well rid of them. I’m not Mace Tyrell. I won’t sit idly by and eat and drink my way to fatness and sloth while investing this holdfast.“There is no Onion Knight coming to save you, either. He’s the Onion Lord now, and he’s on MY SIDE! Every day that you are under siege here, you will lose men. I swear that. I should have seen it coming, because her mother was even more domineering than Amy, and her father took all of her abuse in stride, and actually seemed to enjoy his submissive role.I was, and still am, a mild mannered guy, sort of like Clark Kent without the leotards and cape. Even though I'm mild mannered, I'm not the submissive type, but I put up with Amy's nagging because I loved the sex. I figured that it was the price I had to pay to get a good piece of ass, but it wore on me as time went.