Isolde
The trek down the streets made Isolde perspire profusely. The harsh bite of the sun wasn’t making it any easier either. She tiptoed behind the lord and Alfos, who didn’t seem to let go of her sister.
Worry gnawed at her heart. She wondered where they were taking her sister. Was he about to make her a breeder?
Isolde weaved cautiously through the hordes of men roaming up and down the street. Some were vendors, calling out to customers to come and buy their products. Their noise heavy in the air.
She could hear those giving reasons why people should buy from them. Isolde had seen males before, no doubt, but not this many.
She held back her fear of anyone harassing her and forged ahead. Of course, the people created a path for the lord and his beta to whisk past, and Isolde tapp
