When I’ve hidden the scroll, I move to the door to listen and hear the laughter from the other side. Releasing the breath, I didn’t know I held, I smile to myself. There is still time since the men haven’t moved on to the dinner table. Clutching my racing heart, I bless my lucky star for not being caught.
I shift my stolen goods to find a way to walk more elegantly without being hindered. I even have time to practice sitting down before a slave with shining black feathers enters the room. Bending low, she indicates to me to follow. She doesn’t speak. It doesn’t surprise me since Prince Terra would never run his household as my mom does. His slaves must be suffering a great deal more than at home.
I follow the slave in an intricate dance of her always being one big step behind me, except
