Mara came back later in the day, when the sun was slowly going down. It confused me why I had been given this room. This … luxury almost. A slave was worth less than a dog. Why give me this? It gave me a bad feeling in my stomach, and when Mara came back, her eyes made that feeling grow into a knot. I did not like this.
“Where are we going?” I asked her, as we left the room.
“To her ladyship. She wants to see you,” she said.
Her words made me stop in my tracks, and Mara turned around to look at me. It was like we had a silent conversation as we stood there watching each other. Mara’s eyes were almost filled with sadness, yet I was unsure if it was years of slavery that had turned them into such or if it was because she was sad for … me?
“She is waiting. We cannot let her wait,” she whi
