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My name is Rana, in this house known as number 5.
I grew up in a small village at the border where the Northern Continent meets the Great Sea. When I was about 10 years old I was taken from my home and sold as a slave. When the nights get shorter and the snow begins to fall this will be almost 10 years ago.
My current master, master Legas Dreolli is a member of the first council. And because of his work and status, he always has a lot of work to do so he leaves the daily routine in the hands of his wives. They are the one who controle each and every one of us.
The first one, lady Andrea, was the oldest. She and master Legas got married when he was still in the second council and at the beginning of his carrier. They were in love but she died during childbirth of their first son, since the boy didn't survive he married Dalia. She was young, beautiful and raised for a life of spending money and doing nothing. He only married the last one, lady Cecilia, recently. She is the widow of and old colleague and as a favour he made sure she had nothing to worry about for the rest of her life.
The house counts 3 love slaves and 4 house slaves. As one of the house slaves I have to wear a hood with a veil all the time so the masters can't see my face. And even though I don't wear a collar like 'the lovers', the heavy steel 'bracelets' cuffs around my wrists make it a little harder to breath every day.
I stare out of the window like every evening and pray to the moon goddess to give me a peaceful night. My back is still recovering from the 12 whips I received for serving Lady Dalia's tea too cold 2 days ago. The wounds are healing but they still burn. Surprisingly, the morning came before I knew it and today I was allowed to go to the market and get the groceries needed for the pre-festival party at the house.
In 2 days from now the Sun Festival will begin and every year master Legas invites fellow members of the first (and some of the second) council to enjoy the food and share the lovers. But most of all the wives show off their most expensive and flashiest jewellery and try to outdo each other in every way. The festival itself lasts 7 days and always ends with a grand spectacle.
It's a beautiful morning and I quickly make myself ready so I can leave the house early before the crowd starts gathering in the streets. I take a last look in the mirror. I tuck the last piece of silver hair behind my ears and put on my hooded veil. It's a 20 minute walk to the market but being able to breath fresh air is fantastic and I enjoy every step I take.
After collecting all the fresh herbs on my list I'm on my way to the fruit merchant when I hear people screaming, I head to the noise and from what I see I already know I'm going to get in trouble.
No Rana, keep quiet... get going...
´Hey!´ All eyes on me now.
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