Emery's POV:
I paced around impatiently lost in thought while my best friend and personal servant Maria watched me in confusion.
"Is anything the matter, Emery?" She broke the silence, and I turned to her with a disturbed look. I was trying to wrap my head around whom that slave I just saw was.
"Have you seen her before?" I gulped hard. She stared at me with narrowed eyebrows.
"Who are you talking about?" She finally spoke up after staring at me for some minutes. I sat heavily on my bouncing bed.
"What kind of question is that? I'm talking about the new slave, why does she look like a princess instead of a slave?" I bit my lower lips with worry written all over my face. Don't know why I'm worried, but something in me keeps making in uncomfortable about her.
"She's the new slave
