Marcus
Everything stilled the moment our eyes met. She was the most beautiful woman that I had come across so far in my life. Back in the place where I was held captive, I was not allowed to roam around the city and had to stay in the confinement of my room, and was allowed to go out only when asked.
I was not supposed to lift my head anytime, anywhere and the only focus of my sight was the floor beneath me. I was never allowed to lift my head up and see whom I was addressing. The cloak with the hood that we were provided with was of green color, indicating our social status. Green for the servants, red for the leaders of the slaves, and yellow for the people that managed the whole place, and finally red for royalty.
The black cloak indicated the people that were the direct
