Author's Note: This drabble was inspired by a line from Renegades of Pern where Lady Thella had beaten a young drudge to death.
Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed! I have a couple more ideas for these, which I may post if I get inspired.
"Justice"
Hot tears bathed Journeywoman Cook Reena's face as she clutched Jarren's limp body. He had been her fosterling for two Turns, an orphan no one else wanted. She already missed his tentative smile, the glint in his eyes that held a hidden intelligence. His help in the kitchens had eased her tasks during meal preparation.
She fingered the gash on his forehead from the blow Lady Thella had dealt him. Blood caked his hair and smeared his freckle-dusted face.
Rage battled with Reena's grief. There was no justice for people like Jarren, not when the perpetrator was the Lord Holder's daughter.