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The Meeting (2)

Author: Loria Malf
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-05-20 22:20:11
Seraphina’s POV

As I waited for my meeting with the Riddle family’s leader, I couldn’t help but think back to the stories I had heard about slaves. Moonbane had never practiced slavery within our borders, but that didn’t mean I was ignorant of the world outside. Helena had told me stories—dark, unsettling ones—about the conditions that slaves endured in other parts of the world. They were property, bought and sold without a second thought. Their fates were determined not by their own choices, but by the whims of their owners.

Some were used for labor, forced to work in fields or mines until their bodies broke down from exhaustion. Others, especially those who were deemed attractive, were used for more sinister purposes. They were used, abused, their bodies treated like toys, and when their owners grew tired of them, they were discarded, sometimes even killed for sport. The thought of anyone being treated that way made my blood boil. Even though I had been spared such a fate, I couldn’t
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