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Here I lie forever, Sorrow still remains
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His Majesty was angry and her majesty seemed no better than his. She was lucky she had not been the first person to walk up and greet him most of the other slaves whimpered and fell back but she. She was used to this. The sickening splats the constant smell of blood. She was no longer fazed by it but internally she was terrified. They seemed to have no rhyme or reason to their actions the next person around the corner could be made a meal or whipping boy for their anger. She shifted her knit hat so that it covered her eyes. Frightening, terrifying, she swallowed the feelings as she heard someone growl in rage her majesty wanted them to clean up the mess. He may have been splattered against the wall but his body still twitched with pain on the edges of life. It was a pity but he would definitely not survive.
Luckily though she was on wine duty, so this time she would not have to clean up the bodies. She tugged on her hat again adjusting it further down. Not wanting to show that she had gone pale with illness at the sight. She had to act unaffected. She walked towards the two of them holding a tray with a wine bottle and two glasses. She had gotten better at this which was a good thing because if she stumbled now she had no doubts that she would be their replacement drink. That was still a distinct possibility. She would have to be careful with her speech, “Madam... Sir... Your wine?” She stood waiting to see if they even wanted the drink, a silent question in her tone.
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Will the water pull me down and wash it all away
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(O.O.C: Hope this is alright also she's in loose clothing so she probably looks boyish... absconds)