Respect Me

Silver:

The paths looked very unfamiliar as I was led by the guards like a prisoner to the king. I hung my head low to avoid the questioning glares from bystanders who were wondering why a girl was being led during the day by guards, dressed like a prostitute. They probably assumed I was a felon, being led to her death.

I felt very self-conscious of my semi-naked state. The clothes I had been given at the harem were clothes fit for a prostitute, which I had never bothered with since I was surrounded by girls who were dressed in the same manner. But outside, under the scrutiny of people of all ages and sexes, I felt exposed.

The guards walked quickly, not bothering to check if I could keep up or not. My footwear was so flimsy, I could feel the hard ground underneath my feet as I struggled to keep up.

We reached the court, but the men kept walking past it. I wondered where we were going if not the court, but I didn't dare ask.

No words were exchanged between us, just a walk that se