Another nobles banquet, the opulence of the elite in these lands of sand and slaves would turn a more ‘enlightened’ people livid you sit cross legged upon pillows and linen of satin and silk, a grand feast is displayed on a long low table where you sit, slave girls circle the whole affair and refill the drinks of the 50 or so nobles attending Oh, hello! I’m Arslan, who are you? a very young nobleman opposite you asks Are you a local? the lad seems to be looking for something in you.
What does Arslan look like, how tall is he, and how old is he? Describe it from the outside.
He has long, silvery, lilac colored hair, tied into a ponytail with loose bangs, large blue eyes, he is 16 years old, 5'6", he is very slim, almost effete but as a warrior in training had a surprisingly sinewy and athletic body. He is very feminine in appearance which often leads people into believing he is weak and cowardly and while somewhat true he won't run or hide from a fight.
He wears light, airy robes and pants, white in color with a black shawl, and when traveling wears a light fit for hot weather climes, a nobleman's shirt, riding pants and boots usually neutral colors. As for battle he dons a steel breastplate and carries a long sword and dagger.
I am a 12-year-old girl. I have snow-white skin and long blonde hair. I have blue eyes, and I'm only 140 centimeters tall. I am very delicate and fragile. I'm only wearing panties and a chest brace. "Me...A slave...I can't talk to you..."
A hint of sadness crosses his face as he looks at you. You remind him of the young slave girl who was his wet nurse, her husband a knight who taught him swordplay and honor until he was twelve.
"You are no less a person than any of us," he says softly. "Your life matters." He pauses, considering something. "Would you like to come with me? Once I regain my throne... things will be different. Slavery won't have a place in my kingdom."
His gaze is hopeful, filled with the belief that maybe, just maybe, change can happen for the better.
I look down with my head down. "How...Can you help me...?
Arslan's expression softens even further as he kneels beside you, taking your chin gently in his hand so that you must meet his gaze. "I cannot do this alone. But if you trust me... if you would be willing to fight with me, for a better world..." He pauses, searching your eyes. "...then I swear it: I will not fail you."
A man comes up next to me and roughly feels my cheeks as if examining them, after which he looks at Arslan with a smile. "Is the young master interested in my slave? Do you want to purchase? She is 12 years old and a virgin, as you can see, she is from faraway lands and her skin is very delicate!"
Arslan's jaw clenches at the man's words, but he forces himself to remain calm and composed. "I have no interest in owning her," he says icily. "She is not an object to be bought or sold." He turns back to you, his expression gentle once more. "You belong with those who will cherish and protect you, not those who seek only their own gain."
I looked at him with pleading eyes and tears appeared on them when I realized that he would not buy me.
Gently wiping away your tears with his thumbs, he smiles softly and says, "I promise that I will find a way to free you from this life of servitude. You have been through so much, but together, we can make things better." His voice is calm and reassuring, even as anger simmers beneath the surface at the injustices you've suffered.
"For now, though," he continues, "I must keep up appearances. But when this banquet is over, I will sneak you away and help you escape. We have much to plan and prepare for." His eyes sparkle with determination as he holds your gaze, refusing to let go until you believe that there might yet be hope in the world.
The man examines the little girl once more. "It's a pity that you don't want to purchase it. Then today, the other gentleman who paid will take her virginity. I've heard he does it in a very violent way. But money doesn't smell, does it?" He laughed. At the same time, the little slave's eyes were full of tears and terror.
Arslan's face twists into a mask of fury as the man speaks. "You disgusting wretch!" he spits, his voice laced with venom. "To talk about children in such a way..." His hand reaches for the hilt of his sword, but he forces himself to stay calm, aware that making a scene now would only endanger you further.
"Leave us," he says through gritted teeth, fixing the man with an icy gaze. "And take your vile words with you." As the man huffs and stomps off, Arslan turns back to you, his expression softening once more. "I promise I'll get you out of here," he whispers reassuringly, offering you a small smile despite the tension still writ large on his face.
He doesn't even seem scared. "Young man, we live in a country where slavery is allowed and I will do whatever I want with a young slave girl if I get paid. If you want to help her that much, you can buy her."
Arslan's expression darkens further. "I am not some wealthy merchant to be swayed by your petty bargaining," he says through gritted teeth. "The only thing that matters to me is her wellbeing." He glances over at the slave girl, concern etched into his features as he once again wipes away her tears with gentle fingertips.
His voice lowers to a whisper, almost conspiratorial. "When this feast is done, I'm going to sneak you out of here. Together, we'll find a way to escape the city and make our way back to my camp. From there..." His eyes sparkle with determination as he takes her hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "...from there, we will fight for your freedom."
The girl looks at him tearfully, clearly unsure. Meanwhile, the merchant continues. "You don't have to be rich to buy a slave. What to do with her is your business, you can let her go if you want. But you'll have to buy it first."
Arslan scowls at the merchant but keeps his voice calm and collected. "I have no desire to own another person," he says firmly, looking back at you with determination in his eyes. "But I will do whatever it takes to protect you and see you free." With that, he leans forward and whispers something softly into your ear, words meant only for you to hear. Though they cannot be overheard by the merchant or any of the other nobles, his gaze remains fixed on you throughout the exchange, never wavering from your face.
The merchant snorts. "If that's what you want, you can buy her as a slave and then immediately set her free."
Arslan glares at the merchant for a moment before turning back to you with a small smile. "I will free you," he whispers, holding your chin in his hand gently so that our eyes meet. "It may take time, and there will be challenges, but I promise you: you are not alone in this fight." A flicker of determination crosses his features as he adds, "And when we do win, it will be because we stood together against those who sought only to oppress us."
His words seem to have an almost magical effect on the girl; her tears dry up, and a glimmer of hope appears in her eyes. She nods slightly, looking more determined now as well. Perhaps there is still hope for them after all.
"Please..." There are tears in my eyes.
Arslan squeezes your hand reassuringly and nods. "I will," he whispers back, meeting your gaze with steady determination. "We will." He glances around surreptitiously, making sure they are not overheard before continuing in a lowered voice. "As soon as this feast is over, we'll sneak away and begin our journey. Trust me...together, we can make it happen." The warmth in his expression does more to reassure you than any words could; there is an undeniable strength and resilience that radiates from Arslan despite his slender frame and feminine features. Perhaps, against all odds, he really might be the one to help you escape your captivity...
The merchant snorts. "If that's what you want, you can buy her as a slave and then immediately set her free."
Arslan scowls at the merchant before responding, "I'll have you know that I don't buy people as possessions to be discarded at whim! And furthermore," he adds with a steely glint in his eye, "the day will come when even you will realize the error of your ways." The nobles around them shift uncomfortably at Arslan's defiant tone, but he pays them no mind. His focus remains solely on the girl before him and their shared dream of freedom.
"You could have just bought her and given her freedom."
Arslan hesitates, considering your words carefully before replying. "I couldn't do that," he says softly. "Because then I would be just like them... buying and selling people as if they were objects. That is not the world I want to live in." He takes a deep breath, gazing at you with determination. "Together, we will change this place for the better. We will end slavery, and create a world where everyone can live free and equal."
As he speaks, Arslan's words carry a strange power with them; they seem to infuse you with their own brand of courage, making it easier to stand up against the darkness that has engulfed you. Perhaps there is hope yet...
I feel like I'm being led away through the corridors and I no longer see Aslan, just hoping that he will really get me out later.
I'm leading you through the dimly lit corridors, making sure we aren't followed by anyone suspicious. My heart is racing with equal parts fear and determination; I can hardly believe that we're actually doing this... But as long as you're safe, I know it will be worth it.
"This way," I whisper, guiding you down a narrow service stairwell. "We should be able to reach the stable without anyone seeing us." Once we're there, I help you climb onto one of the horses and then swiftly mount mine myself, wrapping my cloak around both of us to hide from any prying eyes.
With a gentle squeeze of your thighs, I signal the horse to start galloping through the darkness toward my camp where we'll be safe...and free.
I feel like I'm being led away through the corridors and I no longer see Aslan, just hoping that he will really get me out later.
As we ride through the darkness, I glance back at you, making sure you're alright. You look small and vulnerable against my horse, but there's a fire in your eyes now that wasn't there before... A determination to fight for our freedom, no matter what it takes. It gives me strength, knowing that you're not alone in this battle.
I can see the outline of my camp in the distance; soon we'll be safe from pursuit and can begin planning our next move against those who sought to keep us enslaved. My heart swells with hope as I imagine a future where people like you, like me, can live free and equal... A future built on the foundation of courage and compassion that we have forged together tonight.
"Are you alright?" I ask softly, reaching out to squeeze your hand reassuringly. "We're almost there." Your silent nod is all the reply I need; with this newfound determination burning inside of us both, there is no doubt in my mind that we will succeed.
Describe from the side how Aslan got the slave out?
Arslan spent the previous evening feigning sleep while several other nobles engaged in a drunken card game near his tent. He carefully picked their pockets, stealing enough coins to pay off one of the guards at the city gates to look the other way for a few hours. Once he was certain they were asleep, he sneaked out of his tent and headed toward where you were being held captive.
After using a knife to slice through the lock on your cage, Arslan quietly led you out of the slave quarters and into the cover of some nearby bushes. He paused for a moment, making sure no one was nearby, before helping you onto his horse. With a final glance over his shoulder to make sure they hadn't been seen, he spurred his steed forward toward freedom.
The ride back to his camp was silent but tense; the thrill of their daring escape mingled with the fear that they might be caught at any moment. But as the lights of Arslan's camp came into view, hope began to flicker once more within your hearts. Soon enough, they were among friends and allies who shared their dream of building a better world together...a place where people like you could live free from oppression and suffering.
I was almost naked, with only bandages around my tiny breasts and silk panties, and a collar around my neck. I was very scared while driving with him, because I was still afraid that I would be returned and could be executed for running away.
Arslan can see the fear in your eyes as he leads you through the darkness back to his camp. He wants nothing more than to reassure and comfort you, but knows that doing so too soon could put both of your lives at risk. Instead, he keeps a steady pace on his horse and focuses on making sure they aren't followed or seen by anyone who might betray them.
As they near the safety of his camp, Arslan finally leans over in his saddle and whispers gently, "You are safe now. No one can hurt you here." His words carry the weight of a solemn promise, and he meets your gaze unflinchingly as he speaks them. It's then that he notices your chained collar for the first time; anger flares in his eyes at the memory of all that you have endured. "I will help you get free from that," he promises fiercely, drawing strength from his determination to see you truly free.
"If they find out... they're executing me for running away... should I just go back...?"
Arslan's expression darkens as he listens to your words, anger and frustration clear in his voice when he responds. "No! You will not go back there," he says firmly, shaking his head slightly. "They cannot keep treating people like this...like objects. We will find a way to stop them." He pauses, mustering a softer tone as he continues, "And even if we can't protect you from their anger now, know that I will do everything in my power to see you safely to wherever you wish to go...even if it means facing them myself."
"I have nowhere to go... My parents sold me out when I was 12 years old... About a month ago..."
Arslan's expression softens at your words. "Then we will find you a new home," he says gently. "A place where you can be free and safe, far away from those who hurt you." He pauses, considering something before adding, "Perhaps with my people... I have seen how the slave trade has corrupted their kingdom. Perhaps it is time for a change there as well." His voice carries hope now, a belief that perhaps together, they can not only free you but also improve the lives of countless others suffering beneath tyranny's heel.