“Yes, the king introduced her… to kings. Men of privileged status. They are the only ones who have known her body,” she resented. “She is a slave, and a slave should tumble with the lowborn and the lowest of the low. She still carries herself like a princess. But when she truly tumbles with the lowborn, then she will see herself as the trash she is. The king will see her as one because we will make it look like she was the slut that begged for it. He is an unpredictable man; he might even order her execution.”
Karandy nodded his understanding, listening attentively.
Vetta looked away. “When I was a slave, I never forgot the way it felt when an unwashed man forced his body on mine. No matter how you wash, you still feel dirty—even though I was born a slave. I want Danika to know that feel
