The Prince and His Slave

Chione - [I'm a Slave]

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We walked down through the market. I was a part of the long line of slaves, with guards surrounding us, all of us walking towards the palace.

       I couldn’t believe what I had gotten myself into. I was minutes away from becoming a slave of the murderer King. My stomach twisted as I thought of it.

        I mean, I know I wanted to find a way to get to him, but I didn’t expect this to be the way.

       I am from the southern part of Egypt. My parents were both Egyptians but for some reason, I was born with green eyes. My name is Chione, well, that’s my Egyptian name. I normally tell people to call me Alexandra because that is the name my grandfather gave me. I have lived for sixteen years and my parents were killed when I was very young, so my grandfather raised me. I have long black hair. I am tall and skinny, a little too skinny, but I don’t mind.

       When I was four years old both of my parents were murdered by the Pharaoh Khamen, for a reason my grandfather never mentioned. But all I know is that my grandfather will never forgive him and I won’t either. Since my grandfather was the one who raised me, my grandfather being the father of six boys and one girl, I was raised much like a boy.

      But I considered that a good thing. After all, I learned how to fight like a boy and my skills were clearly enough to scare off anyone who tried to hurt me.

      And honestly, that’s why I am willing to become a slave for him, so somehow, I can somehow make that King pay for all the murders he has committed.

     It sounds impossible, I know.

     But somehow, I would do it.

      Somehow.

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       “There you go again Alexandra! Why does your hand always ball up into a fist when it’s quiet?” Saia said smiling. Saia is a sweet girl, but poor, her parents were also dead, and that is why she is here. She is the only friend I have; we’ve known each other for three years now.

       “Alexandra, you are so beautiful! Why don’t you act more elegant! The Pharaoh might mistake you as a princess and get you married to his son!” She said, laughing.

       “Huh, as if that could really happen.” I said trying to smile. That was the last thing I wanted.

       We had walked quiet a distance, and I could finally see the palace that I had never seen before. It was as big as I had imagined it to be so I wasn’t surprised. There were many people walking around the market, probably slaves and other low class people, but a lot of them had smiles on their faces. I wonder why.

       As we entered the palace gates, we were guided to a large area with many people walking around... rushing around, would be more like it. And as soon as the guards told us we had arrived, the other slaves sat down to rest their feet which were probably aching because of our long walk.

       We ended up sitting there for quite a while, not doing anything.

       “Everyone up!” A woman suddenly yelled. We all got up immediately and I saw a short woman who wore a lot of makeup, had long black hair and was a little round, holding a long stick. “Stand in a line fools!” She yelled.