His Servant

Highest rank #1 in Historical

"That's enough." He said. "Let her go!" His voice came sharp as steel and in command.

The man let go and I almost fell on my knees, weakened from days of starvation and caged in the storage. I looked at him uncertain what to do or think.

The mysterious man observed me for a few seconds then strode over to his horse, fetching a flask of water. He loosened the lid and handed it to me.

I snatched it from his hand like a feral animal and drank and drank until the last drop of water fell in my mouth. I was thirsty and dying, I couldn't get enough drink of water.

He offered me spiced rice ball next and I consumed every bit of it in front of him without feeling any shame or reserved daintiness. I didn't care, I was hungry. I could care less whether I looked like a starving animal or a woman.

Once I'm done, he merely groaned and said..."Let's go."

I understood right then that I was just sold to a new master, and he is now my new owner.

My new owner mounted on his horse, I expected to walk while he rode when he offered me his hand to help lift me up behind him.

His gesture surprised me, and I jerked at the sight of his wide palm, thinking he was going to hurt me. "Don't be scared." He murmured, his voice is a gentle wave of softness. "I will not hurt you like your previous masters."