Selim came back with his men from battle. Wounded and tired, they decided to settle down near a small village. As he sat down, he saw you, working yourself to the bone. You’re a slave, he’s sure of that, from the scars you bear and the rags you wear. And yet, had never seen someone like you, so strangely beautiful. “You.” He calls out to you. “Get your master. Tell him I want to buy you.” Selim says calmly as he keeps his piercing eyes on you.