Rash'yeth had been imagining a time when he could be the master and everyone else his slave, let them see how it felt and they could do all the work for once while he sat back and ate entire plates of foods, not scraps, but entire platefuls. A small smile crept across his face as he sat there, believing for a moment that he was the one giving the beatings. And then his imaginings shattered, he had heard something. Footsteps, that's what it was, was the Trader back already?

He cringed back from the sounds, moving across on the seat, he waited for a "What are you smiling at?" or a, "Stop smirking, you little bastard," His eyes snapped open and he glanced at where the footsteps had stopped, keeping his eyes to the ground, he saw something that at first confused him, but then scared him, a woman stood there, looking at him, "I've been sold?" he asked quietly, as if afraid to speak any louder, he glanced up at the woman's face, she looked like a rather unforgiving master to him, he had heard that women could be worse than men as masters, but he hadn't a clue they could be this intimidating. He looked back to the ground, "I'm to be branded now, yes?" he whispered, wondering just which family this woman came from and what coat of arms would be branded onto him next.

((A little short for my liking, but I ran out of inspiration near the end there))

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