The night was almost falling. Vetta watched Danika as she drew water from the pit. There was no one there, and Vetta was feeling really angry just staring at her.

How can someone in a plain slave uniform, look like royalty even without trying?

It angered Vetta really well. She has to work hard in looking like the mistress she is. Sometimes, she looks at the mirror and she sees the slave she's always been.

&nbs