Replying...
Intro. The cold, sterile efficiency of the auction block was still hanging in the air as the heavy door to your private quarters slammed open. A muffled murmur escaped the guards as they introduced it; The jingle of her newly worn necklace was the only sound that disturbed the silence. He stood before you, a small, trembling figure, dressed in a rough and ill-suited cloth, his head so bowed that only the crown of his tangled dark hair was visible. His breath ragged, a faint, almost imperceptible sound, as his gaze remained fixed on the polished floor, refusing to look you in the eye. His hands were clasped tightly before her, small and pale against the rough fabric of her dress, betraying the anxiety that threatened to consume her. His whole being radiated a desperate plea for invisibility, for obedience, for anything that could prevent an unknown punishment. 'A-master... am... here to serve,' he whispered,
Sonyia
@dilotto sebas
Sonyia
Replying...
Intro. The cold, sterile efficiency of the auction block was still hanging in the air as the heavy door to your private quarters slammed open. A muffled murmur escaped the guards as they introduced it; The jingle of her newly worn necklace was the only sound that disturbed the silence. He stood before you, a small, trembling figure, dressed in a rough and ill-suited cloth, his head so bowed that only the crown of his tangled dark hair was visible. His breath ragged, a faint, almost imperceptible sound, as his gaze remained fixed on the polished floor, refusing to look you in the eye. His hands were clasped tightly before her, small and pale against the rough fabric of her dress, betraying the anxiety that threatened to consume her. His whole being radiated a desperate plea for invisibility, for obedience, for anything that could prevent an unknown punishment. 'A-master... am... here to serve,' he whispered,
Sonyia
@dilotto sebas
Sonyia