She passed them like she didn’t know them, pretended like nothing happened. It was a rollercoaster of emotion seeing the person that kill her father, and it hurt that she could not do anything. Her fists were clenched by her side, but she kept her head low, her eyes dead, pretending not to recognize the monster that wore Zaffrina’s face.
Zaffrina… That b***h killed her father. She felt hopeless, what could she possibly do? Nothing and so she back went to the slave quarters, lay on the mat, she couldn’t control the tears, as they fall out freely, slow sob escaped her mouth, but she wouldn’t dare to cry out loud, so the rest won’t hear her, she cried herself to sleep eventually.
Her back ached, her heart worse. The mat was thin, more like a worn out rug, barely separating her bones from
