Prince of Slaves: Chapter 7

“I know it will be difficult to keep the children quiet, but we must.” Listross looked over his following, scanning the crowd. “Thankfully there are plenty of trees in the area to hide us, but we are only about three hours from the village. We will attack at night. By this time tomorrow, I hope to see everyone settling down in homes by fireplaces just as you all deserve.” Flouth, who stood at the back of the group, applauded softly and the rest followed. “Let’s try to avoid a fire tonight and eat our meal cold. We don’t want the smoke drawing unwanted attention.” “Yes, Prince,” Wanetha stood and started emptying various food items from the cart, commanding some of the other women to chop and slice. “Those of you needing to learn to read and write, please meet over there, and I’ll be with you in a moment.” Thyrin and the majority of the slaves that were new chattered excitedly amongst themselves. Listross smiled and waved as they passed by.

P.o.S Chapter 2

“Now my prince,” Ideara smirked and stroked Listross’s beard. “How do you plan to free us?” The red welt on Emmya’s cheek caught Listross’s eye. He wouldn’t see her or any of the other children here suffer any longer. The time for change was now. “We attack tonight. While they sleep.” “Were there any weapons in that chest?” Flouth takes a bite of his soup, the usual glint in his eye. “No, but we have Grandmother’s cooking knife.”

Prince of Slaves

Cover Art by Sarah Mileusnich How it works Listross has grown up as a slave on a potato plantation as long as he can remember. Like everyone, he wants freedom. Especially now that he witnesses his daughter suffering. Your job is to help Listross make the best decisions to get there. No pressure! Each week... Continue Reading →

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