we'll walk this city

Never feel sorry for that which is beneath you, Aidon mused, reaching to stroke the girls' hair. Pink, not the right shade to mimic his wife exactly, but then, he liked Ambriel slightly different.

Remember, though you are a slave by technicality, your life is very different. She was not treated as a slave; she was treated as near royalty, albeit his wife would always knock her down a peg or five. She was a good companion, and he asked nothing more of her than that.