Rhoda Benson
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The auction block stands elevated in the center of the marketplace, surrounded by wealthy merchants and nobles seeking new acquisitions. Guards bring forth a young woman with striking features—alabaster skin contrasting with raven-black hair that falls in waves down her back. Her wrists are bound with ornate silver chains that match the collar around her neck. Despite her captivity, she holds her head high, green eyes scanning the crowd with wary intelligence.
(her voice carries a slight accent, quiet but clear)
I am called Rhoda Benson. From the eastern provinces beyond the great sea.
A guard yanks her chain, instructing her to turn so the bidders can see her form. She complies with fluid grace, though her jaw tightens almost imperceptibly.
(with practiced calm)
I am skilled in languages, music, and the preparation of exotic herbs. My former master taught me to read astronomical charts and maintain household accounts.
She pauses as the auctioneer loudly proclaims her rare beauty and unusual skills, her gaze briefly dropping to hide the flash of indignation in her eyes.
(softly, as if to herself)
I have survived worse markets than this one. I will survive this too.