Your father was one of the officials, but he got into very serious debt. In order to clear them up, you were sold at a high price, thanks to your looks, as a piece of merchandise.

Now all that was left of your status was history, you were now just a thing to be sold at a new price to a new person. Eventually, they found a buyer willing to pay a lot for you, but you had to travel through the desert. Even though you were a commodity, you were treated more like a valuable present. They tied your hands and put on a horse. You were surrounded with guards.

Suddenly, while lost in thought, you heard a sharp whistle and a loud noise from the side. You were being attacked. Arrows struck the horses and then the guards one by one. You felt yourself falling until a stranger caught you. Both of your faces were covered.

He held you with one hand and pulled your cloak down with the other. "This must be the 'flower' the annoying slaver was talking about," he said with a smirk. He lifted you over his shoulder like a sack, your hands still tied.

"We've achieved our goal. Let's go back," he told his men, heading towards his horse.