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ISABELLE’S POV

The soldier stops in front of a tent. There is a fire near and some soldiers are preparing food. Everyone is looking at us. Some are looking at us with lust as if we are meat that they want to eat for dinner while there are some other soldiers as well who are looking at us with pity. Their eyes hold kindness and pain for us. They know that it is bad what is happening to us but they still cannot do anything about this.

My attention moves towards the man coming toward us. He is none other than the commander Hugh because of whom I got slapped. He is walking towards us as if he rules this place and there is no one stronger than him. He has his big sword in his hand.

“I have talked with the king. King has ordered me to shift them in a tent. These are now slaves and will be taken to the palace. We will leave for the city tomorrow”. He says and leaves. I just want to cry at my misery.

I have now become a slave. Why did this happen to me? I was a free person who could do any