After the incident with the Prince, the Little Girl had grown somewhat with- drawn from the world around her. Often she would find herself wishing her mother were still with her. A listening ear and a shoulder to cry on always went a long way towards easing internal pains. Once she considered telling her master, but then she decided against it. Even if he believed her, there wasn’t much he could do about it. Not to mention, if the Prince felt like deny- ing the truth, it was the prince’s word against hers. Even if he admitted to it, no good would come out of it. He was the Prince and she was a slave.Download
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