The Master's wife
Then my first blood came at twenty and within three weeks, the Master requested me, just like that my freedom ended before I even understood what freedom was.
“You should be thankful your curse was corrected,” Mother Ruth continued sternly. “The Master sees purpose in you.”
I stared at my reflection silently, purpose, that word sounded beautiful inside the Sanctuary, it was sacred and holy, but lately purpose felt too much like ownership.
A knock sounded at the sewing room door before one of the guards stepped inside.
“Mother Ruth,” he said respectfully, “the Master wishes to see the bride during supper tonight.”
My chest tightened instantly.
Mother Ruth smiled approvingly. “Of course.”
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