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When the queen said “You’re still just a slave,” it was like a slap in the face to remind me that no matter how used to this I became, nothing would improve. That her eyes had turned red scared the living out of me. Not the living anything, just the living. Also, the fact that I was to stay in the palace with her meant I would be subjected to the mercilessness of her demeanor, on probably a daily basis. I was shaking, as if cold, but I really wasn’t. I was just scared out of my mind. I almost pleaded with her to pick someone else, but when I opened my mouth, her eyes flared up. I swear I could see fire in them.

“Anything to say?” She smirked. “Will.” I quickly shook my head no, and then she continued.

“Then I’ll take you to the slave quarters. Etsrin, make sure the rest get sent to the Sanctuary. Come on then, boy, what are you waiting for?” She smirked again, and cracked her whip. I hurriedly followed her out another door. Jeez, how many doors did this place have? A lot, I assumed, but still... I noticed a change in the pattern of the tiles, or rather, the un-pattern. The colors were jet black and midnight blue. I barely noticed the difference, but when I did, my curiosity spoke before my common sense could handle it.

“Why are there different color patterns?” I blurted, and immediately regretted it. I lowered my head as the queen turned to face me, thinking:

Oh God. Oh God.