Chapter 115
"Will he be safe?" Rose questioned, worried for Connor.
"He should be. It is not like we would repeat what he told us. He decided to tell us about the town so he considered the danger. Come," Zayne said, leading Rose away from the doctor’s place. "They are going to label many who knew of slaves as crazy and send them to a doctor."
"What if the other women speak of being slaves? They are unaware that the king might have them imprisoned for speaking. We are being forced to stay silent. I do not like it," said Rose. The capital gave no hope for Rose that women like her could be helped.
With the brothel gone, she and the women who left could not turn to the town guards who were meant to help them. How was it that Rose received more help from outsiders than from her king?
"I will do my best to uncover my memories. I do not know how but I will try. There is no one else for us to go to. If that doesn’t work, I will give up," Rose said as it was disheartening to not get any further. "Maybe I will meet someone who recognises me by chance. The festival should have many people here."
"Yes," Zayne replied. He refused to give up as Rose would. They had to find a relative to leave Rose with before he had to depart for home. "We need to find your mask. Let us hope for a bunny."
Rose bit her lip to stop her response. He was not going to stop unless she said something that shocked him but again, he was her employer.
Rose ignored Zayne and focused on what was being sold around her. They didn’t have all day walking around the market as the soldiers needed to return to train and Rose had to clean along with figuring out how to do her hair for her first festival.
Rose stopped to look at bracelets made of beads. There were different colours to match the dresses that she brought along. She didn’t have money for fancy jewellery like she noticed the ladies walking by wore but the beads were pretty enough to satisfy Rose.