The soldier stood to the side as the slaves huddled together, all of them shivering with ear at the amount of wolves around them. “Go on, Princess. Give them an order.” King Ryon bid me to stand, making me wince slightly as I shifted in the seat, my ass still raw from earlier.
“Do any of you know any tricks?” I asked hesitantly, making the group of slaves focus their attention on me. I felt awful watching them, but there wasn’t anything really I could do. “Sing… dance.. something?” I asked again.
I small hand raised from the center, a lady no older than eighteen at best it seemed worked their way into my sight. “If it pleases my lady; I can contort.” I let out a little sigh at that, relief for something.
“Go on then; please the crowd.” The guard unchained her from the group, leading all
