Princess of slaves

Evieanna doesn't know much about herself, she doesn't, know her last name, her parents names, who actually loves her. She lives a life doing things for someone else, living life as the slave she is. The masters son likes her, she likes him, but what if gets over protective and ruins it? What if hurts her? What will she do?

A small delicate face that would've been beautiful was where my face should be. Big crystal clear periwinkle blue, almond shaped eyes with thick long lashes seemed tired, aged, dark purple bags under them told the same story. Creamy smooth skin, surprisingly not dark from being outside all day, everyday, elegant, thin, long nose slightly sunburnt, naturally pink tinted lips and a red cut on my forehead from climbing trees for their fruit. Beautiful long soft blonde waves, with lighter streaks hung, framing my small face.
Soot and ash smeared on my face made me  look dirty and like a true ....slave.