She found it difficult not to look at the other slaves. There was a strange mix of feelings that ran though her. She felt comfort knowing she wasn't a...one and an uneasy competitiveness knowing she wanted to present well to make Devon proud."My, my, what do you have here?" Gregory asked with a sly grin on his face.He walked around Caitlin very slowly using his hands as if he were blind. She could feel her skin rise with Goosebumps as he fondled her and explored her body. His eyes were like a. Laughing, they explained to everyone that I skinned animals to get to the meat, not to save the pelts, making everyone laugh. Helga and I each wanted to keep one of the skins from a bison that we shot. I wanted the one I shot with the Enfield. Idania wanted all three of hers so she could send them to her family.I called in help from some of Tensas Parish’s hunting teams and they carried the thirty-three buffalo we shot back to the parish to help feed everyone. Half of the one I shot with the. Mavina and Lhiannan-Elly listened to the rhythmic grunts and low cursing of her father’s lust, until his heavy breathing slowed, signaling his satisfaction. The silence was broken when he demanded dinner. They heard her mother shuffling about the fire, preparing his meal. What she heard next caused her tremendous grief.“You’ve burned the bread, wench!” followed by the sound of a slap, her mother’s guttural gasp and loss of footing, boots scuffling on the floor. “Get up, woman!” Then another. I will just tell you the truth.”He sighed heavily.“I know you have heard rumors of your parentage around the palace,” he began. “You are too smart a girl not to have noticed them. Some say that I am your father. I am not.”Nadia nodded sadly. She had long suspected that the king had adopted her for reasons that had nothing to do with her lineage.“That said, I have loved you as a father,” Olaf continued. “I have thought of you as a daughter. I could not love you more if you had come from me. I.