|I don't look for you in anything|

The Headmaster's eyes turn into slits. "Don't be mistaken my Lord, You don't want her. She wouldn't fit you right." He grits his teeth, staring into Kyran's glare.

"Are you questioning my order? Shall I replace her spot with yours Headmaster? It seems you need to be retaught a lesson on how to speak to authority." Kyran can feel his blood boiling, not wanting to waste another second in this rotting place.

It wouldn't matter if he was willing to give this slave up or not. Kyran could shut down this warehouse with the click of his tongue, he wouldn't mind doing it either.

"Never." He replies, holding his tongue.

"Remove her chains immediately. I will send the payment tomorrow." He orders.

"Right away, my Lord." The Headmaster answers then let's go of the girl to remove her chains. Azalea slumps to the ground, sighing in relief. He starts removing the chains, but she whimpers loudly when pulls them away from her raw skin roughly.

This catches King Kyran's attention.
"Remove her chains carefully." He seethes, already pissed that she's damaged enough.

When the chains are removed, The Headmaster pushes Azalea to the King's feet.

"Can you walk?" The King asked, staring at the girl with a glare.

Azalea tries her hardest and looks up at him from her crouched form. "Y-Yes." Her voice is very weak, causing her to stutter.

"Good, let's go." Kyran turns and starts walking back to the front. Azalea is pulled up to stand by the Headmaster.

"Don't think for one second that you last one day in his kingdom. I'll be here waiting for you, my precious. I'll have you tied up in no time." He then licks her cheek shoves her forward. Azalea catches herself before she falls again. The bodyguards stood behind her, blocking the Headmaster from touching her any more.

This is it. Azalea has finally left that awful cage, the first time in nine years. She's terrified of what her new master will be like, but she couldn't think about the negatives. Anything is better than the cage and the Headmaster. Anything.

Azalea took her steps slowly, staggering. She has rarely walked in forever and is finding it very difficult to move her wobbly legs.

She tried her best, but it still took quite a time to follow the very tall man. She was afraid to lean against any other cage for support, or if she was even allowed to, so she just keeps straight. The man stopped in front of two large doors a few minutes later. It took her a few moments to catch up to him, but when she did, he looked angry.

Without anything said, he pushes the doors open wide. She was not prepared for was going to happen. It was bright, blinding. The light was too much for her to bear. She let out a soundless screech, covering her eyes.

Her heart races from the intensity. Kyran watched as she started to panic. "Come forward." He said.

Azalea barely heard his command but managed to obey him. She walked blindly forward, hoping she wouldn't run into him.

"I- I..." she stuttered, not knowing what to explain to him.

"Let's hurry to the car, keep your eyes covered." He told her, walking her fast to the SUV. Azalea was trying to keep up with his pace, his hand was on her back guiding her.

He opened the door and told her to step up, but it was a struggle. "Look down, you'll need to step up." He said sternly.

Azalea carefully removed a finger from her vision, just enough to see the step. She pushed herself into the unknown contraption. In there she could remove both her hands, seeing as the bright light was not anymore.

She saw seats, so she moved herself to the end by the other door but did not sit and instead sat down on the floor.

"What is wrong with the seat?" Kyran asked confused when he got into the vehicle only to see his new slave on the floor.

"I h-have no p-permission, Master." She said quietly. She looked up and realized she could finally see who bought her. Dark hair that was cut short and styled, with skin that looked made from heaven, her master looked divine.

"Please sit on the seat." He told her, pulling out a device from his suit pocket and tapping on the screen.

Azalea got up from her position and sat on the big seat, it was super comfortable. She sunk into it and looked towards her new master, he was looking at the device that she could not recognize. She would have asked him but did not walk to talk out of turn. So she kept quiet.

It felt like forever in until the vehicle started. Azalea did not know what was going on as the outside started moving fast. She stared out the window, trying to look at everything but found it difficult at the speed.

A pain started to erupt in her head, she clutched her temples trying to make it go away. She started to get dizzy and felt nauseous.

Kyran was so caught up in his argument on the phone, he didn't notice his slave's heart started to beat frantically. He looked at her to see bending over, holding her head in her hands. "What is wrong?" He asked.

She tilted her head to look at him, but the movement made her since from the sheer dizziness.

"Have you ever ridden in a car before?" Her master asked.

"This is car?" She asked, confused.

"Yes." He answered.

"No, Master. I feel sick." She told him. Kyran hesitated, not knowing whether to soothe her or ignore her. She's a slave.

"We'll reach home soon." He told her shortly, turning back to his phone.

Azalea felt helpless, something she's very accustomed to. She keeps her head down low, a prays for the car to stop soon.