Sang's Glass Slipper

Chapter Eleven

Sang's POV -

I had been walking for a couple of days by now. I had taken all of my belongings which consisted of one bag, and any money I could find.

I didn't know where I wanted to go so I thought I'd visit my fathers old friend. He was the only one I could think of to go to.

I was given curious looks as I traveled seeing as I was a one woman procession on the dusty road that was littered with horse droppings and rocks.

I didn't mind though. Since my freedom was granted, I was on a high that was impenetrable by the judging looks that were being thrown my way.

I finally made it to the town my dad and I had always rode to when we wanted to eat out. The man I was visiting owned the place I was going and was an amazing cook.

Walking in to the tavern I was ambushed by the sweetest smell I could recall.

On my journey to here, I had traded money for food, but had been cautious with how much I spent because I was still uncertain of my future.

I started to go to the back where the kitchen was but was stopped by a man not much older than I was.

"You're not allowed back there," he said with a menacing look, but the words weren't delivered unkindly.

"I was just visiting..." I started.

"Visit them in the sitting area then, or rent a room if thats the type of visit you're looking for," he said with disgust now in his eyes.

What did he mean in a room- suddenly it clicked... He thought I was a wh*re!

"Excuse me you self righteous, pompous a*shole," I began but was once again cut off.

"What is the meaning of this," a deep familiar voice demanded.

As I turned to him, his eyes widened as he took me in.

"Sang?" He asked on a whisper.

"Uncle," I said as I was enveloped in a hug.