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Chapter 5 by Abdulalahazred Abdulalahazred

"What is your name girl?"

Haughty silence.

"Highborn make poor mounts for riding. Too proud, too frail, and they think too highly of themselves." Carefully, the merchant undid the gag and recoiled, flinching, as if fearing rebuke.

Her eyes came alight, as if she would spit fire, but instead she focused on Calob. "Sir. I am Roselle, eldest of Tarquin, Great Moff of the Northern Lakes. Return me unharmed to my father and not only will he shower you with land and gold, but my niece --"

One of the guards moved to cuff her, a practised gesture, almost lazy. The merchant was quicker, pushing the gag back in. Roselle snapped at a trailing finger, making the merchant shriek.

"I'd even pay you to take this troublemaker off my hands. Fifty slaves! You can carry her yourself or my guards will carry them to your rooms directly!"

“You’d give her away?”

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