My Kingdom Come Book 1: The Saints We See (Complete)

Chapter 26: Remarkable

664 standard years after the signing of the Alliance treaty

Mikhail remained kneeling, uncertain what he was supposed to do. He was terrified. Did this man have the ability to erase his memories? He couldn't tell if Jonat was still in the room or not. He couldn't sense any emotions from the man. He sniffed delicately. His scent was too strong in the room for Mikhail to tell if he had left.

It was quiet for a long few minutes, then footsteps walked around Mikhail. "What's your name?" Jonat asked.

Mikhail hesitated. "I...Che- master says I don't have a name."

"Well, you had a name, right?"

Mikhail swallowed and nodded.

"What was your name?"

"Mikhail Galorson."

"Alright, well I'm going to call you Mikhail. I'm not calling you 'boy'. Stand up."

Mikhail stood up.

A stack of clothes came into Mikhail's view. "Put these on."

Mikhail started to look up, but then quickly jerked his head back down. He took the clothes. "Thank you, sir."

Jonat chuckled softly. "Get dressed. I'll be right back." His footsteps receded and the door shut quietly. 

Mikhail let out a soft breath. He dropped the blanket and quickly pulled the clothes on. They were a bit too big for him, but it was much better than being naked. 

He looked around the room. It was a study. There was a comfortable reading chair with a footstool by a fireplace. Shelves lined the rest of the walls except the wall right next to the door. There was a long leather couch against that wall. Every shelf in the room was filled with books. The sight of so many books in one place took Mikhail's breath away. He walked over to one of the shelves and began reading titles. They sounded like fiction. He moved to another shelf and looked at the titles on that shelf. They were biographies. There were even a few that Mikhail had had in his small collection.

A knock sounded on the door. Mikhail turned around quickly, wondering if he was doing something he shouldn't. "Yes?"

The door cracked open. "Are you dressed?"

"Yes, sir."

The door opened. Jonat smiled at Mikhail. "You really don't know anything about being a slave, do you?"

Mikhail quickly jerked his eyes down to the floor. "I'm sorry, sir."

Jonat laughed. "Don't worry about all that for tonight, okay? Just be yourself."

Mikhail swallowed and looked back up at Jonat. "Thank you, sir.''

Jonat gave him a little nod. "Come with me." He turned and began walking away.

Mikhail jogged to catch up with him.

Jonat glanced at him. "Are you hungry?"

MIkhail shook his head. "No, I ate already. Thank you."

"Chentzo fed you?"

"No. The Jurverian."

"Hm. So he did really just pick you up from them, huh?"

"Yes."

Jonat began walking down the stairs. He looked over at Mikhail. "You have something you want to ask me?"

Mikhail looked down at his feet and swallowed again. "Can you read my mind?"

"Yes."

Mikhail's chest tightened. "Are you going to take my memories away?"