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Chapter Two: In The Palace

Prince Garsiv walked down the lines of slaves, studying each one as he passed. The slavers claimed they gave him first pick, but he knew differently. These slaves had gone through the market today. Not that he minded. They just weeded out the bring ones. Most of the ones left were fighters that had either glared at the crowd or acted like hopeless animals that had been sold over and over and had no reason to live. Out of fifteen slaves, only three were like that. The rest held their heads high and glared, dareing him to buy them, try and taim them, strip them of their pride. Those were the slaves he wanted. They thought him cruel and another dough-brained Persian; he found them interesting and rather amusing, with there little act of rebellion. The he stopped. The woman in front of him called for his imidiate attention. She was pretty enough, but it was her eyes that had caught his attention. They were amber, a rather unusual color, and while other slave's dared him, her's simply told him the facts. She wasn't a play thing, she had been sold before, she didn't like him and she never would, she didn't care whathe thought or said, she would fight back, she wasn't afraid, his titles meant nothing to her, she was leaving as soon as she could. He liked that.
"I'll take this one, the tall male, the stout female, the twin males, and..." He studied the ranks, then he noticed one he hadn't seen before. While the others had dark skin, her's was light and she clearly was Egyptian. Huddled in a corner, she was almost impossible to see. "And her."

"Where are we going?" Amneris whispered. Nebreka sighed. She had hoped the girl would get sold at the market, but nooo. The gods weren't done with them yet and for some reason, HER. LIFE. HAD. BEEN. ENTANGLED. WITH. THAT STUPID SPOILED BRATS! She couldn't peel a potatoe for crying out loud! She couldn't even get fully ready in the morning without help! Why did the Gods want to torment her so? But it wasn't her place to question the Gods.
"I don't know."
"Really, are you sure because-"
"What part of the phrase 'I don't know' don't you understand?" Nebreka demanded. Amneris just huffed angrily and mad a point of ignoring Nebreka from that time on.
Ahhh, so you are the new slavessss," a nassaly voice said from the shadows, "I am the headchamberlain of the palace. I will give you your orderssss."
"Oh, so where're in the Palace."
"Mekhit save us." Nebreka whipered.

Sorry, I'm suffering from shortchapter-syndrom, but I'll get over it soon. Things will get more interesting!