Crystal’s POVThe moment I stepped into the slave quarters, the air changed. It was heavier here and thick with the smell of damp stone, and sweat. As I walked through the corridor, all eyes turned to me. I could feel their sharp, assessing and cruel stares even before I looked up. Thanks to a woman with gray hair that stopped me, I was going to keep walking as I didn't know where I was going. Her presence demanded respect or rather, obedience.“You must be the new slave I was informed of,” she said, her tone flat. It was clear she knew me before now but chose to feign ignorance. “Crystal,” I said, trying to sound calm.She didn’t act like I had spoken to her. Instead, her eyes moved from my face to my hands and then to my feet. It was as if she was inspecting a broken piece of furniture. “Crystal,” she repeated, tasting the name like it was bitter. “You’re the King’s… former favorite, I heard.”I didn’t answer but she didn't mind, she continued her welcome speech. “Names don’t
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