For the first time since the ceremony began, Regan felt the discomfort in her knees and legs, with tiny pieces of sand pressing into her skin. To squirm even a little bit only made the discomfort worse. Soon. They would have to come for her soon. Please. Her inner mind was thinking loudly. Attempting to put her discomfort aside, she tried focusing on the astounding truth of her new slave covenant. Yet, with every minute added to her trial, her focus waned a little more.
Finally, as though some angel heard her plight, she heard footsteps and then saw the boots of some attendant stepping into her small field of vision.
Stand, she was ordered. Another steward she imagined.
Regan rose carefully, well aware that her legs were nearly numb and that it would take some seconds getting used to
