[[Starter for a prince character I had who was looking for a slave to buy.]]
Roland strolled along the cages that lined the room. It was the third room he had been in and yet there were no slaves that caught his eye. He sneered as a slave cowered in the corner of one of the cages. Clearly, she was new, the light in her eyes had not dimmed. Her fear was fresh and new . It had been a while since Roland had seen fear like that but that wasn't what he was looking for. Fear made them clumsy.
Rolan continued to stroll about the room. His icy blues eyes didn't seem to be the only cold thing about him. His demeanor, his expression, it was all distant and aloof. It seemed as if nothing could warm this man, no pleading eyes or words. Still, his eyes were sharp and clear, missing nothing.
Roland walked to the next room full of cages. He was determined to find a replacement for the slave he just lost. She had be beautiful, something to really admire. And she had been so efficient in all her actions. Unfortunately, her face had been ruined and Roland could not stomach looking at her face. It upset him even more that it had been his brother's doing to spite him for Roland's better standing in their society. His brother had always been jealous and spiteful. Still, beautiful things, especially living things, waned into ugly things and always had to be replaced.
Roland stopped in front of a cage, sizing up the contents. He might actually buy this one.