ELORA

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The sun always looked very bright and pretty at midday. I always envied how free it was, up there in the sky, with little or no worries.

I sat down on my reading desk and stared out of the glass window. The book I had buried my eyes in after I returned from breakfast with my siblings, was closed on the table in front of me.

While I continued to daydream of a life where I would be as free as the sun, a life where I would not be branded a traitor's daughter, a life where I meant more to the king than a slave breeder, my...