To his slight trepidation, he saw Arya’s name pop up along with a message notification. Shaking slightly, he opened it and began to hastily read the message.
Hello Kazard, it would seem like I discovered a little secret of yours. Now if you’d like to keep it that way, you’re going to be doing exactly what I say from now on.
Don’t worry, I’m not interested in your money or your possessions. I’m interested in you. I want you to obey me and follow through with my commands.
I don’t think you’ll be disagreeing with that particular rule, after all somebody who can’t even keep his pants dry and clean probably doesn’t have enough authority to make his own decisions anyway. Or perhaps should I say, her decisions?