The princess had never been able to speak about the horrors she endured before meeting her sister. How could she find the words to express her distress? how could she put into words the pain she endured? the tears she refused to cry but that drowned her heart in silence? how could she speak on the immense shame and boiling anger she felt upon looking at the branding scar on her shoulder?
Her former master branded her as if she was cattle.. or a precious jewel as he liked to say. He wanted his clients to know who she belonged to and that they could enjoy her wonders but couldn't take her with them because she only belonged to him. It wasn't just letters, no no... for Bäahal he designed a specific and unique design. it had to have his sigil and his initials. It had to be beautiful almost like a tattoo of the utmost refinement. It had to be so deeply etched on her skin that she couldn't fully remove it. It worked since it was still visible, no matter how hard she plunged the knife on her shoulder. It didn't matter.
Bäahal wasn't able to tell exactly what happened from the moment her mother and she were kidnapped and brought back to slavery. Life from that moment to her liberation had been nothing but a nightmare lived wide awake. It had been nothing but self-loathing, disgust, and a desire to get revenge once she would be free. Still... Bäahal would never be able to explain what happened to Jaime her friends, or her family in detail. And deep down, it meant that she would never fully be able to heal... how to? How to
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