In the morning of the fifth day after the night the king visited her, Danika got ready to go to the mines. She woke up and took her bath. She put on her uniform and did her hair. She stared at herself in the mirror, looking at who she had become.
Twenty-one years of living as a princess, and suddenly, she was a slave. A slave everybody hated because of how much of a monster her father was.
She sighed and turned away from the mirror and went in search of her sandals across the room.
It was the first time she’d be in the mine in days, and she dreaded the slave driver, Karandy. She hadn’t given his request any thought yet. While she dreaded the thought of a man like him putting his hands on her, she dreaded the pain, punishment, and humiliation too. She didn’t know what to do.
“Where is
