Princess Raelle had received her selection of elven slaves from the dungeons and they all stood before her in her chambers in a line. They were both male and female and her mother had chosen well, they were all beautiful. She smiled with glee as she walked up and down the line inspecting them and deciding which she would have. She stopped in front of a red-haired male.
“I like your hair,” she said but his eyes were fierce and defiant.
“The guards warned me he was trouble but I thought he was quite handsome so I brought him for your consideration, we will make sure he complies, if you wish to select him,” the queen said.
“What is your name?” Raelle asked him but he glared at her defiant and she suddenly struck him across the face and hard. “What is your name, slave?” she asked and again
