I hadn't even reached the door.A group of armored guards blocked it, the family crest on their sword hilts glinting in the lamplight.Lucy pointed at me.“Since when are slaves allowed to come and go from the lord and lady's chambers as they please?“Are you guards even doing your jobs?”Several hands reached for me at once.I recognized one pair of them.Toby.Three years ago, he'd been shipwrecked. Someone dragged him back to the docks covered in blood, barely breathing.I had treated his wounds and saved his life.Now he was gripping my arm, unable to look me in the eye.I stood there, struck by how absurd it was.Seven years.I had raised these men from the lowest ranks myself.I had given them armor. I had given them wages.Now, at one word from Lucy, they were ready to drag me off and throw me out like trash.“That's enough. Stop.”It was Chris.He walked up and looked down at me.“Lily, I'll give you a way out.“Apologize for the scene you caused tonight, and promise to stay aw
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