Falling into another world was a mistake

The Second Princess

(Vi's POV)

Mother has called me to the throne room for some kind of special assignment since my elder sister was training her royal brigade, and my younger sister was currently with her political advisor tutor. I approached the overly lavish throne room and entered the chamber. Inside sat two mighty wooden thrones with large rubies at the end of the hand rests and completed with a purple cushioning for both the butt and back. The top of the throne had the symbolic crown for the matriarch and her spouse. In the middle of each throne sat a small cushion where the slave husband of my mothers sat chain around his neck and the signature lifeless look in his eyes.

My father was a anti slaver who used to raid our borders and free our male human and elf slaves with his warband of a hundred men. Though one day my mothers had set up a fake camp and some false plans for the camp to lure him in. He took the bait and entered the town with his men, walking straight into a trap that had them all surrounded. Those who didn't surrender were systematically cut down by steel or magic. My father was the last one standing and as the story goes he fought so valiantly that my parents decided to keep him as their slave. The rest is history he was used to create heirs for the kingdom and that's how we have my sisters and I.

I kneeled down before my mothers the Matriarch and her spouse the Seraph. A moment of silence before my mother spoke.

Fraia: My daughter one of our human border camps has been experiencing some issues with a prisoner recently. We wish for you to investigate the prisoner and the camp and help where necessary.

Vi: Mother is this not a job for the camp warden and guards to deal with. I hardly see fit for a member of royalty to deal with such matters as prisoners and soon to be sold slaves.

Brie: Vi we have received reports of said prisoner having attempted to break out once everyday since his capture six days ago, and that's not even the biggest news. Report said that none of the guards nor prisoners could even understand what he was saying.

I had to take a brief moment to run that back. A human male who didn't speak a language known by the guards or other prisoners. Could this be a magic incident? Impossible humans can't even wield magic.

Vi: I'll get my things and head to the camp a soon as possible.

The camp ran just like many of our border camps. Manual labor and mental correction to get our slaves market ready, but I wasn't here to oversee the camps functions. I soon arrived to the leader of the camp, a tall lady with the scaly tail of a lizard and the sharp straight pupils most reptilian Rocheri women had.

Vi: Captain Brina I have been sent by the Matriarch to investigate the report you sent in about a certain prisoner you had acquired the other day.

Brina: Yes your highness, we picked him up after investigating the escape of three other prisoners. We tracked the three to a small clearing though two were dead. We saved the strange man from a Myrmex just before it had killed him.

Vi: Was he working with the escapees?

Brina: We don't believe he his, the prisoner wears a completely different attire and doesn't speak any recognizable language. That and the one we did recapture had denied any knowledge or involvement with him.

Vi: So it's safe to assume all communication has failed.

Brina: Yes your highness. The prisoner shows signs of frustration whenever we do try and talk to him.

Vi: How has he been other than that.

Brina: He has attempted an escape every day he's been here with varying levels of success. His sheer determination has popularized him with the other prisoners though they haven't met, and he's endeared himself with some guards with his mentality.