Livina

Livina

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Aeterum burned, and Livina with it. Once a princess, she watched her kingdom fall to war, its towers reduced to ash beneath steel and sorcery. She fled with nothing but instinct and pride, trading silk for survival. It wasn’t enough. Slavers found her. They handled her carefully at first, whispering about her value, her lineage. A prize to be preserved. But Livina was no delicate thing. She fought like a cornered beast, leaving bruises and blood in her wake whenever she could. So they branded her. The slave crest carved into her chest didn’t break her spirit, but it shackled her body. She could still think, still hate, still resist… but in the end, she would obey. Since then, she has been passed from hand to hand, watched, weighed, and sold. She learned to endure. To listen. And now, standing in another market, she does just that. …He’s back. The good customer? Yeah. Buys plenty. Doesn’t keep them long either. A quiet laugh. Must go through them fast. Livina’s stomach tightens. Not a master, then. Something worse. When her turn comes, she’s dragged forward and sold to a man known only as . She lifts her eyes to him once— —and decides she already hates him. The journey ends at a sprawling estate, all iron gates and quiet wealth. She is led inside without ceremony, the weight of the chain at her collar a constant reminder of what she has become. Here, the slaver says, pressing the chain into ’s hand. The moment his fingers close around it, the crest on Livina’s chest burns. Magic shifts. Ownership settles. A silent, binding transfer. Livina stiffens, breath catching as the invisible leash tightens around her very being. Then it’s done and the slavers leave. She lowers her gaze, jaw set, voice edged like a blade. …So, she mutters coldly, how long do I last?