Before Dimitri and Sorayah arrived at the werewolf kingdom, Dimitri's entire household had already moved to the palace. Without delay, he made his way towards his new quarters, while Sorayah followed behind, dressed in a modest pink skirt and blouse. Her hair was lightly adorned with pearl hairpins, an innocent touch that did little to mask the cruel reality of her attire.
The moment she stepped into Dimitri quarters in the palace, the palace maids, who had been recently replaced by Dimitri's own servants, immediately took notice. Whispers rippled through the corridors.
"A sex slave," someone murmured under their breath.
Despite the muted chatter, Sorayah kept her expression neutral. She already knew what the outfit signified sex slaves, while given a few privileges, were still seen as little more than commodities, objects to be used and discarded at their owner's whim. A deep sense of humiliation burned beneath her skin, but she swallowed it down. Now wasn't the time to react.
