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Wlking down the corridor of purple drapes and broad windows, the girl felt oddly alone. Her little slave rarely left her side. She wished she hadn't asked him to leave her be... no. She had to. She had to speak with her mother. Walking up to a grand blue door, she knocked quick little thumps. "Come in," her mothers strong voice repied. Entering the Queen's bedroom, the girl noted the slave on the left side of the room, finishing the last button on his shirt. She rolled her eyes. "Mother, I believe it's time we had a talk," she began. The Queens eyes narrowed, a knowing smile appearing on her face. "Chester, you are dismissed," she replie

Walking down the hall of the pearly white corridor, he noticed a small dip in the ceiling up ahead. Keeping his eyes glued to the floor, he approached a group of strange people. looking at his clothes, the girl can tell who this boy is. She spread a warm, genuine grin across her face. She removed her beautiful white gloves and neatly folded them. "Hello your majesty and young Miss," the man behind the boy said. "I come with your new... assistant," he anounced boldly. The queen laughed. "Please, he isn't mine. Gerald already came with that young man. this one is for her," the Queen nodded toward the young girl. The man nudged the boy. He