Gerda managed to survive her fall in the chapel after attempting to kill off the moor folk under the queens orders. Instead of becoming a prisoner in Ulstead, the king sends her to Borra where she becomes his slave.
Borra wants nothing more than t...
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As she traveled further inside she noticed more weapons on a large, long table across the room. Her breathing faltered when she spotted crossbows and sets of arrows that hung on a wall. She quickly looked away as she walked past the weapons and into an arched entrance that led to another section. Her eyes studied the connecting spacious room noticing five wide stairs that led down to a training area. She spotted another massive table that had various sets of gear laying on top of it. The vast windows brightened the dim, stoned room with natural light.
Echoing voices filled the training room, reminding her that she was not alone. Gerda glanced around and stilled when she noticed the back of Borra's brown wings and long twisted horns. She quickly composed herself, making sure to rid her face of any emotions. Rayne led her down the stairs heading toward the gathered fey. Once they reached Borra she noticed how the surrounding fey near him grew silent. Their eyes were observing Gerda with a mixture of irritation and resentment.
Borra turned to face Rayne's direction when he took notice of the sudden change in his groups behavior. His eyes flickered over to Gerda, narrowing with a hint of disdain as he briefly surveyed her. She figured that perhaps he was still upset with her.
"Take her to the used gear table and show her how to polish them. Keep your eyes on her at all times." Borra said with a stern voice before turning around to face the group of fey.
Rayne snatched Gerda by the arm and pulled her over to a table of dirty gear. Once they reached it, Rayne purposely placed her facing Borra's direction. She then tossed a wet rag by Gerda's hands and sat a bucket full of water on the floor beside her.
"I'm sure back in Ulstead you had servants do such tedious tasks. You are to use that rag and scrub-" Rayne began to sarcastically explain but Gerda had cut her off mid sentence.
"I know how to polish gear, don't patronize me." Gerda snapped with a clipped voice as she proceeded to scrub at a brown leather bracer in her hands.
"I didn't take you as one who knew how to handle such a task. Perhaps you're better off doing servant work such as cooking or cleaning the castle. Wouldn't want to ruin those delicate hands now would we." Rayne loudly stated in a condescending tone.
Gerda stopped what she was doing and stared Rayne down with bitter eyes. She had dealt with such disrespect far too long.
"Hand me an iron sword or crossbow and I can show you exactly what these 'delicate' hands are capable of. Wouldn't want to scar that spotless face now would we, 'Rayne'." Gerda stated with a firm tone, purposely emphasizing Rayne's name.
She then paused and stepped closer with a solid glare directed at the dense creature. Gerda ignored the shock that decorated Rayne's face.
"Don't let these exquisite dresses and hairstyles fool you. Here I may be labeled a slave but back in Ulstead I fought beside men." Gerda continued with a collected voice as her eyes dared Rayne.
