2026-03-17 03:00:25"Slave Owners must not direct their Slaves to have relations with Imperiality or Nobility. If a Slave Owner violates this law, the Slave must report it to the Association of Slave Owners..."
Nadia twirled once in front of her full-length lo
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Chapter Fifteen: The Bold Invitation
"Slave Owners must not direct their Slaves to have relations with Imperiality or Nobility. If a Slave Owner violates this law, the Slave must report it to the Association of Slave Owners..."Nadia twirled once in front of her full-length looking glass, the deep blue satin of her sari gown rippling like the ocean under moonlight. Gold bangles clinked around her neck, and a matching circlet shimmered against the waves of burgundy she'd carefully teased into place. She couldn't stop fantasizing about what Prince Raynar had planned. He'd promised a surprise.Something grand, he'd said. Her mind had been spinning ever since. Whatever it was, she knew it would be enough to pull her mind away from her fusses over the arena
Chapter Fourteen: Secrets
"Once the proper paperwork is turned in and a Slave is freed, the Slave becomes a Person and gains the God-given rights of the People stated in Article 1.1 of The Law of Noelle."By Miseria 32, there was a strange shift in the air during Iah-Ra lessons now that Nadia knew Prince Colton harbored feelings for her. She became acutely aware of when his eyes lingered on her, when he smiled too brightly, how his voice dipped warmly when he spoke to her. She never let on, though. If she'd smiled back or nodded too quickly, or if her eyes had lingered in response, no one had mentioned it. Perhaps she had feigned ignorance successfully.After lessons, she returned to Aimonbay and shed
Chapter Thirteen: Meanwhile, in Far-Away Lands
"All fighters hired to fight in place of Slave Owners in the Arena may fight with as many weapons and armor as they can carry."While the Rogue Assassins discussed their next move, another force slipped into Freshmire. A ship bearing the Crest of Noelle eased into the harbor, the black, gold, and red flag snapping sharply in the winter wind. Sir Darius marched down the gangplank with heavy boots and a heavier presence, his long cloak flaring behind him. Broad in the shoulders and bristling with stubble, he scanned the city with a soldier's eye, taking in every alley, every darkened window, every ship still anchored in the bay. Around him, a large unit of the Imperial Guard disembarked in tight formation.
Chapter Twelve: A Not-So-Chance Encounter
"Slaves are allowed Arena Training in any and all combat methods and arts."Nadia couldn't stop thinking about that night on the beach—about the way Prince Raynar's eyes had lingered just a heartbeat longer than necessary; how his voice, low and uncertain, had carried a wish to see her again. Over the days following, the panic that had gripped her chest like a vice began to loosen its hold to give way to a quiet warmth glowing beneath her skin. She found herself smiling at odd moments as she coasted through her chores. The memory of his mischievous smile lit her from within. His eyes had gazed at her not as property or a possession, but as someone worthy of admiration. That fleeting connection, fragile as it was, had given h
Chapter Eleven: Spies at Play
"Slaves are prohibited from owning other Slaves."Once Nadia had returned the mule to the stables, she hoped she'd managed to calm down enough to raise no alarm by her demeanor. She avoided eye-contact when she entered through a servants' door into the castle, instead casually glancing around as if she were simply picking up on all that took place. It appeared as though no one had missed her. With a slight spring in her step, Nadia made her way up the stairs to her bedroom.Inside, she leaned her back against the door and exhaled the breath she'd held. A knock sounded and she jumped."Lila?" came Mauro's voice.<
Chapter Ten: A Chance Encounter
"A Slave must only have relations with another Slave unless otherwise directed by its Owner, Imperiality, or Nobility."Later that evening, in the quiet warmth of her bedchamber at Bloodrose Villa, Lady Ivanna stood before a tall, gold-framed mirror. A strapless gown of black and deep green clung elegantly to her frame, a matching sash draped with precision over her right shoulder. But elegance did little to quiet the unease crawling beneath her skin. The rigid scars along her neck and left arm were illuminated in the firelight, their grotesque features snatching her attention despite her resistance. She fought against the urge to cover them.Miss Aleda moved silently behind
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