I see you
I pull the coat hood above my head, holding my head down as I hurry though the halls keeping up with the servants, as they took the laundry out for the day. There's only one way I can make it from the Courts without being brought back by force, or within reasonable time before Herberus finds me missing. I'm itching to throw back the cloth from my face but I can't, just in case anyone around recognises me.
I weave through the carts and crowd, take in the sights of the abused and dying. Find my old hiding spots that are now occupied by others and rightly so. Men shake down a child just meters from me, stealing the little he has, leaving him folded up and sobbing for himself. Everyone learns eventually that there isn't anyone that's coming to rescue us, no one to defend us. The war should have made us all equal, instead it only seemed to create more classes.
"Hey, " I say kneeling next to the small child, when the men had left to seek their next victim.
His clothes is tatter
