Disclaimer: I'm not Tamora Pierce, and didn't receive any money for this story. I only own Arella and Alexander.
Chapter 1
'Cannot cry out' she thought to herself. '3 extra lashes every time I do!' was all she could think of. Her name was Arella Castor, called Ella, and she was a commoner, who was an indentured servant to a man named Alexander Beleive, another commoner, but a wealthy one.
They were traveling from Riversedge to Corus, and were camped for the night.
Every night she received lashes for things heer master said she had done wrong or too slowly during the day. Every time she made a sound during the lashes she received 3 more as punishment.
That night rain was pouring down. He thankfully stopped lashing her then. After kicking her out of his tent he spat on her and said "stupid slave." He had no fears she would run away because he had put a magic choker on her that prevented her from going 100 meters away from him. She went to sleep cold, wet, and uncomfortable that night.
Meanwhile…
"You know you shouldn't be here," she told him.
"I can't help myself, though!" he replies.
"We could get in trouble if someone found out," she manages breathlessly.
"Who would care?" was the response.
"Meathead probally would."
With that she surrendered to him aftermaking sure her pregnancy ward was in place around her neck.
Right before she fell asleep she whispered "I love you Dom."
"Love you too Kel."
Then they happily fell asleep in each others arms- for the 12th night in a row.