*SLAVE AUCTION*

10 years later....

"One, two, three..." Bethany watched her cell mate count continually as this was her usual every morning and only gave her an odd stare as always.

That was the way it has been. This castle could break the healthiest of minds into nothing and she being no exception. It had been months, no years if she was correct that she had ever seen the sky.

All they did was toil here, underground, praying that one of the elites would need a new slave and they will be picked.

"Out of your cells you useless piece of shits." The cell guard opened the cell and Bethany stood up, staring blankly at the guard who went to her cell mate and kicked her hard.

"Get up!." He shouted and she scurried up, her lips spreading into a smile.

"I get up! You get up! We all get up!." She giggled and ran outside the cell. It was quite obvious that the poor girl had lost it a long time ago and this painful sight fuelled the anger within her.

Everything would have been fine. None of this would have happened if not because of the king.

She hated him, she dispised him.

She wanted him dead.

The slaves were lead outside and they all stripped as they entered the large bathing area and were clothed in the good for nothing sacks they called slave clothes. After which they were clamped in chains.

Surprisingly, this time they didn't go to the cell and were led outside the slave building.

Bethany on impulse closed her eyes when the sun hit them and gradually she adjusted to the bright light she hadn't seen in a decade.

This was good.

This was very good. This means that she could actually get sold to an elite who might be close to the king. The closer she is to the king, the closer she will be to fulfilling her mission.

The slaves were arranged on the stage for the auction and as they were trained, they had their heads bowed down.

"Welcome Elite men and women. I'll be your host for today as we have a new batch of slaves for sale!." His voice was loud enough to be heard throughout and the large crowd cheered happily.

Bethany suddenly felt her heart beating fast. What if she didn't get picked by an elite. What if she got picked by someone who would harass her? What if she didn't get picked at all?.

"The first slave we have on stage is this beautiful brown eyes, her hair is the softest of the softest, her skin smooth and untouched. This is an absolute beauty you wouldn't want to let go."

"Three hundred" Someone called out and that was how the bidding began.

"Six hundred" Another person chipped and the host was more than overjoyed.

"One thousand."

Eventually the girl was sold for two thousand gold coins to a young blonde man. Bethany was beyond surprised. She couldn't even make half of that money in half of her lifetime.

The next girl came up and it was apparent that she was visibly shaking.

"This girl is rumoured to be very good in bed, although she is a virgin, her body will be all yours." The host explained and immediately the bidding started.

"Two thousand."

"Four thousand."

And eventually, she was sold for 5000 gold coins to a middle aged woman who held a stick.

It was now finally her turn. Bethany dragged the heavy chains on her leg to walk to the centre of the stage.

"This girl is the most obedient of them all. Quiet, beautiful and hadn't spoken a word since she had been brought. Rumour has it that she has a special voice, a voice that could even call the gods." He explained and dragged her hair making her scream which echoed loudly.

Bethany only calmed down.

This was all part of the plan. She was doing this for a reason.

Gasps and mummuring started and it looked like everyone wanted to buy her.

"Ten thousand" A man started and everyone gasped.

"Fifty thousand." A calm voice countered and there was absolute silence.

"Eighty thousand." The first man didn't want to give up and smiled after calling that amount.

"Two hundred thousand." The calm voice countered again and this time, Bethany had to raise her head to see the fool that was wasting that much money on her.

Was he insane!?.

"Two hundred thousand going one, two, three, sold!." The host was literally jumping out of joy. The smile on his face was almost blinding.

She tried to spot out the man but there was just too much people with shiny jewellery that were reflecting on her eyes.

"You can now pick your slaves behind this building." He added and the auction continued.

Bethany and the rest that was bought were led to a small tent where the people who bought the slaves came in one after the other to pick their respective slaves but hers never came.

She sat tiredly on the floor, after a while tried fiddling with her chains but got distracted when a tall man entered.

Long silver hair, clad in black, a black mask that had silver lining and sharp silver eyes.

"The money." He dumped about five bags of coins on the host's table and turned to look at her.

"Thank you milord." He bowed down immediately but the silver haired man payed no heed to him and instead walked towards her, his steps like a predator.

"Stand." He commanded and Bethany quickly stood up, the chains weighing her down a little.

He assessed her from head to toe, his eyes scanning her whole body and it made her extremely uncomfortable.

"Manageable."

Was all he said and Bethany almost spoke back but bit her tongue to stop herself.

He didn't say more and walked ahead and Bethany taking that as her cue followed him quietly. He didn't walk slow but he didn't walk too fast as she was able to catch up with him despite the chains.

They arrived at a large carriage and her mouth formed an'o' shape.

Gold. The carriage was made entirely out of gold. Just how rich was this her master? And if he was this rich, it meant that he must know the king.

Wonderful.

"Get in." He ordered and she looked at the high carriage, trying to climb up but she was sure that even if she had a stool, she would still have to jump to get in.

"You can't get in?." He asked, his eyes narrowing down at her and she nodded.

"In that case, you'll just have to follow us by foot." He said simply and climbed into the carriage without giving her a second look.

Bethany was dumbfounded and annoyed. Was it too much to help her?.

Maybe she might work on killing him before she kills the king.