Left-handed person are creative most people say when they see me. So let's see if my poetry proves that way. "All this smiles are fake, It's too cold I can't take; 'Coz only you can make, My frozen heart to wake." - Mr. Sun Rhyme is what makes me love a poem. I'll try to write as many poems as I can. And maybe publish it once/twice a month. Enjoy! ***Orig. Title "Lines and Stanzas"*** ***2nd Place Winner - Supreme Wattpaders Award*** ***"BETWEEN B AND D" please check it out also. Thanks!*** 📷: ctto (just edited the font for title)

"Our next is a girl of eighteen summers. She has smooth, unblemished skin and has been schooled in the arts of love and seduction. But most of all, she is untouched." my auctioneer and captor said as he paraded me in front of the men. They eyed their fill of my body but they were forbidden to touch. "Bidding starts at two hundred pieces of silver." I was returned towards the stage as the men stated their prices. I was a rare commodity: a slave girl yet untouched, eighteen, fertile when the land has been struck with a plague that left women barren. The price for me reached eight hundred silver coins and many have already backed down. "Two hundred gold coins!" a man spoke up. It was he, the man who stared at me with passion and desire in his eyes moments ago. That was quite a sum for a slave! "Two hundred gold coins going once, twice... Sold to the King of Ivaris!" the auctioneer shouted. There it was. My fate was sealed. I am a love slave and it is just my luck that I am sold to the same cruel king that destroyed my kingdom. *A story of love, of gods and goddesses, of reincarnation and magic, intrigue and betrayal, of kings and war...* ***Credits to @DarkLeague for the cover***