Ess grimoire trembled. The princess, her hands covered in soapy water, ntally connected to it. A mont later, she froze.
The Corrupted was heading towards the First. The Hoplite was also present. Three out of the ten rivals would soon be united. The Corrupted would undoubtedly be hostile, and a fight would draw the attention of the others.
This opened up possibilities she had to seize. After all, an [Author]'s job was to use every possible elent to craft a story... a bloody one.
Preferably with her brother in the role of the sacrifice.
"Hurry up!" an impatient voice exclaid.
Es raised her head. Across from her, Muyri vigorously scrubbed the plates of the Crown Prince's guards.
"You seem almost happy to be doing the dishes for your master's n."
"I'll be most happy not to be whipped. Not all of us are princesses."
The slave was not wrong. Even among won, so were treated better than others. As evidenced by the scarred face of Muyri, one could always fall lower.
"They won't whip you," Es assured. "The sll of blood could attract beasts."
The prince and his guard had set up a camp near a stream. The nearby trees had been young enough to be cut down, and the monsters were relatively weak. aning they had only killed three out of the nine guards in just under two days.
"They'll find sothing else. The Prince is more inventive than his brothers," murmured the slave. She, who had served all her life in the Royal Palace, knew as much.
Es shook her head as she resud polishing a knife. She needed to finish the dishes quickly to take action. However, one thing still troubled her.
"I don't understand why my brother chose to bring a slave instead of a warrior."
The brother had been able to keep ten people close to him, and he had chosen nine champions and a jack-of-all-trades woman. A strange noise made Es look up. Muyri was laughing. She had never heard the slave laugh.
Es felt anger wash over her. How dare this slave mock her?
"Why are you laughing?" she spat.
"Because it's obvious," Muyri replied with a cold smile. "And its funny how you would have preferred a tenth guard. You think you're better than , so you hate it when reality reminds you that we are both washing dishes. You can't stand n looking down on you, but you do the sa to ."
Es almost retorted that she had a plan. That she didn't intend to be submissive for the rest of her life. In her thoughts, she killed her brother every night!
She fell silent. If they heard her, she would die. After a few seconds of silence, she responded.
"Do you think my double standard is ridiculous?" Es asked. "It might be true. I despise you. I despise all the won of the Empire. For three thousand years of oppression, none have fought. Because of half of my ancestors, I have to obey my brother, my father, and all the others."
Muyri looked up at the princess with cold eyes.
"You think no one has fought? n write history, Your Highness. You're not the first princess to want to eliminate a moronic brother."
Upon hearing those words, Es's heart raced. Was it true? It might explain many things. However, she refrained from responding. Muyri was treading on dangerous ground, and there was no indication that she was an ally. Es had been betrayed too many tis to confide easily.
"You still haven't told why my brother chose you over a guard."
The silence lasted almost a minute before Muyri replied.
"Because he's not just foolish, he's also lecherous."
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