The Things You Build Yourself by [Anonymous]
“Every good thing I have, I have by the grace and blessing of His Majesty. Is there nothing that I can claim for myself? That I can hold in my hands and know that I’ve rightfully earned? Nothing has changed. The life of a slave is a series of generous bestowals. Even the most diligent, most valuable slave earns nothing. Every sip of wine he takes and every scrap of cloth that he wears are gifts that his master bestows. This house, my position at the temple, my freedom. You, here with me. Eugenides offers me a life full of contentment.” “Kamet, I-” “Suppose he should choose to take it away.” “He won’t,” Costis said. He took Kamet’s hands between both of his, clasping them and leaning in close to whisper. “I’m with you for good.” Lovely post-book Kamet/Costis.