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The sun was directly above him when Remi made his way to Illyrio Mopatis' mansion, his mandolin held tightly in his hands as if he had been trying to gain strength from it. His eyes were unfocused and his mind screamed and screeched against his head, dulling his senses. He didn't want to think about what he did to Shae, but that was all he could think about. Was it his fault that he couldn't fall in love with her? He didn't know that. But it was his fault that Shae's heart broke. He had finally become Mance.
Remi pushed the thoughts to the back of his and with a pained look, gazed at the majestic mansion in front of him. The waves rolled behind him, Illyrio lived right before the sea.
The sumptuous villa was marble white with occasional orange and lime colours peeking out in the few intricate patterns on the walls. The gardens spread out wide around the villa with sophisticated waterfalls and unexpressive Unsullied soldiers standing around. The mansion was a symbol of a Magister's wealth and this one made Illyrio one of the most powerful Magisters in Pentos.
Remi walked in past the soldier at the doors into the hall, with its giant canopy towering above him. The afternoon sun lit up the entire mansion, the thin fabric of the curtains flowing from the breeze.
A woman approached him, clearly a servant, but Remi's eyes widened as he saw her. A thick brown collar had been tied across her neck, and from it extended her clothes. Remi did not care about his clothes, his eyes were fixed on her collar.
The collar symbolized the chains of a slave.
He suddenly looked around, and on every servant he could see the thick brown collar.
He was a free Braavosi, who had grown up believing in freedom. Braavos was itself built by slaves who had vowed to not let anyone who lived in the city suffer what they had suffered. Every man and woman in Braavos knew that slavery was death, death of your mind and your soul, that the masters used your body until it gave out, and then they used throw it in the ocean to rot or be eaten by sharks.
And yet, he had ended up in a city where slavery flourished illegally.
Remi bit his lip in anger as the woman led him deeper into the mansion, peeking at him with an odd expression.
He entered another lavish hall but now instead of gazing in wonder, he felt disgusted by it. Remi had lost a good friend to slavery. He despised the fact that he was standing in a place where the masters still commanded the lives and wills of their servants. A mixture of pain, hatred and loss quietly bubbled in his core as he stood in front of the people sitting around the grand table.
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