In the city of Vir girls are property, bred and raised to be the perfect wives. To serve and obey and honor the men that rule their city.
Elaia has always been content with her place in society. She is a perfect daughter, and with any luck she'll b...
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------- CASTINE -------
I'm going to escape today. I've been stuck at the facility for three weeks and if I stay here a fourth, I'm pretty sure Sebastian Morrison is going to end up dead.
At breakfast I sit with my friends from Atria, because I can't take them all with me so this might be the last time I see most of them for quite a while.
My heart hurts at the thought of leaving Naya and the others behind, but it would be much easier for one of us to escape than all of us.
I have to rescue Valas from their horrid camps. After he's safe I'll come back for the girls. I promise, I will. But I have to make sure my brother is safe first.
"Morning, Cas," Naya greets in her deep, strong voice as I take a seat across from her.
"Morning, Ny," I reply, smiling at her. She's been my best friend for as long as I could remember. I'm both angered and relieved that she's here.
Angry because they caught her. My strong, fierce Naya, who used to always say the city would never get her - reduced to a pretty thing for a man to lust after. The thought makes me sick.
I'm only a little relieved to have her here with me, and only because it means that I'm not alone.
I'm not half as relieved by Albia's presence. She and I have never been real friends. Only half friends, because Naya is friends with us both.
"Morning, Castine," she greets, lazily swirling her spoon in her oatmeal.
"Hey," I reply, staring distastefully at my own breakfast. I groan.
"What's the matter?" Naya asks, quirking one of her thick black eyebrows at me in question.
"Oatmeal."
"Girl, I feel you," Ny replies, shaking her head. "This food is the worst."
"And you're being ungrateful," Petunia chirps behind us.
I roll my eyes. "We're not trying to be ungrateful, Petunia. We're simply stating that we don't like oatmeal," I try to reason, knowing that Sebastian will have a fit if I cause another problem with any of the girls, let alone Petunia.
"Well, you are being ungrateful," she replies before stomping off to sit with the other city girls, her twin tails flouncing as she walks away. I sigh with relief when she's gone.
"That girl needs to mind her own business," Naya remarks, making a sour face as she swallows a spoonful of oatmeal.
"I think Petunia has taken it upon herself to try and keep us 'wild girls' in line," Albia interjects, still swirling her spoon around and around in her oatmeal. "It's how she was raised. Nobody can really blame her for that."
