The guard sat in the seat of the coach with a slightly lazy expression on his face. He didn't mind his job of transporting slaves, but he was used to delivering ones who would put up a fight and try to escape the whole way to their new home. He was not however used to slaves who followed a long willingly without muttering a word beyond the polite respect of a "yes sir", and that's the type of slave he was delivering today. He looked across the seat to the girl who had a length of rope tied loosely around her neck whose end was resting lightly in his hand. Hardly necessary he thought. As the coach slowed to a halt, the guard looked out the window and said in a lazy drawl
"Alright you, we've arrived."
The girl looked up from her lap briefly and nodded. She reached up and brushed out any snarls in her silver hair with her fingers and smoothed out her gown before following the guard out of the coach and up the walk way to her Master's home. She kept her eyes low to the ground but couldn't help but shift them slightly looking left in right in awe. This home was much larger then any she had ever been in before, and she began to feel nervous. She clutched lightly to the violin case that she carried with her. Inside was a blue violin that she had had in her possession when she had awoken with no memory of her past some 3 years ago. As the guard knocked on the door, she tried to keep her expression calm and collected.
Please... she thought to herself.
Please let him be kinder then the last one. 
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