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Chapter 3 by Abdulalahazred Abdulalahazred

“So...”

“... not born a .”

The eyes that stared back were cold and proud and beautiful; the lightest, clearest crystal blue. As was her hair, flaxen and blonde to the point of a platinum whiteness. Her skin was cream, and so pale in places her raw red blood flushed....

Highborn. She was a nobledaughter, perhaps a contessa or even a princess. Her skin stood in stark contrast to the olive, tanned or even burnt skin of the other slaves of dun brown or straw blonde or muddy red hair.

Even her bindings were different. She was sat on a rough wooden square, knees and ankles and wrists tied to the corners with dirty ribbons of silk. Around her neck was a delicate silver choker, more jewellery than binding, and between her lips a sliver of a silk scarf that gagged her.

"Good eye, my friend. A sweet morsel, a lady we picked up bathing in the woods." With a gesture, the merchant's guards lifted the square like a crude palanquin, rotating the prize on display. Her eyes starred angry daggers at him. "But she will cost... A hundred times the price of the other slaves.

The merchant watched hungrily, the guards waiting for orders, the girl alternately disgusted and pleading for help.

"A good deal, sir..." Jin muttered.

Calob considered.

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