A Choice

Chapter Three

"What took you so long, I was freezing out here," complained Jasper.
​"The prince wanted me to stay and chat. My master said to become friends with him," I say
​"Oh really, or are you just saying that because you are in love with him," said Jasper, making kissing noises.
​"No, no, no, no. I can't be in love and I won't allow it," I say knocking the thought out of my head.
​"Why?" asked Jasper, suddenly concerned with my well being.
"I wasn't always a servant for Vladmire," I started, "I used to have a family. A mom, a dad, a sister, a brother, and me. We lived pretty peacefully outside of town. One day Vladmire came into our village, causing chaos and destruction. He had come from killing the king and was now doing whatever he wanted to everyone else. When he came to my household, I told him I would be his servant in exchange for him not to kill my family. Somehow deep inside, even at 10 years old, I knew that was the right thing. He took my deal. When I was leaving my mother whispered to me that they would come back to me and try to get me back. It's been six years since and I'm still a servant. I've given up hope. I've given up everything. I vowed never to love again because look where love has taken me so far. Sleeping on a dirty bed, in a stone room, and still a slave of that wizard."
​Jasper is quiet for a moment. At a lost of words. I'm fine with that. I don't feel like talking any way. I make sure Jasper is comfy outside of the house and then head inside. I pry off my coat and boots and call out for Vladmire.
​"I've got your bread!" I say. Vladmire instantly pops in front of me.
​"Oh goody. Did you see the prince?" he asks, taking the still warm bread.
​"I know you know. You always watch me."
​"Yes, yes I know. You can also bring your cat inside. I need some black hairs for potions."
​I head outside to bring Jasper in and lead him to my room.
​"Just don't get mad if he takes a whisker, hair, or nail from you. Also don't get in his way." I warn Jasper. For the first time today, I just rest in my bed. It suddenly feels a lot more comfy and I drift off to sleep. Obviously from the work of Vladmire. He sometimes makes me fall asleep because he doesn't want me to know what he's doing. What a good father, I think, as I drift off into a controlled sleep.