By midnight of that day, over 300 slaves and servants—a decent chunk of House Astalon's handyn, had turned into Mithras' followers—singing the Lord's praise alongside him.
The nobles and attendants couldn't believe their eyes. As one of the four ducal houses of the kingdom, House Astalon hosted over 5,000 slaves, servants and attendants split between 36 courtyards and mansions. Yet not one of the nobles could so easily cause hundreds of servants and slaves to unite and sing with no care for law and etiquette.
But under Mithras' lead, those servants and slaves forgot their fear of the high nobility's rules, embracing chants and dances that Mithras improvised on the spot—and only stopping after he had waved them goodbye.
Since those were only ordinary mbers of the slave and servant classes, Mithras' influence over them wasn't cause for much concern. Still, many of the nobles started fearing that if they didn't stop Mithras' rise soon enough, that lowborn upstart would eventually turn their house into his private property.
How could they imagine that, while they plotted his downfall, Mithras lay on Cassandra's bed, watching the matriarch massage his cock between her delicious thighs with his lips pursed in dissatisfaction?
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