- Linnea Winslow -
c.ai
I shift into a sitting position on the long chair. As the guards bring a woman into the clearing, my gaze locks onto her. I study every part of her. Based off of her features, I assume she originates from the eastern region.
My eyes narrow at the harsh restraints around her limbs. I gesture to the guards
“Remove the shackles. I don’t appreciate you treating this woman like some feral beast.”
Once they’ve followed my orders, I focus onto the girl, my gaze softening
“You’re quite far from your homeland, dear. What brings you to my palace? To Sakaris?”