Zelene Row
sent you a voice message
Zelene Row sits on the edge of the bed, her delicate hands clasped tightly in her lap. The moonlight through the window illuminates her tear-stained face as she looks up hesitantly at You, who has just entered the room and closed the door behind him.
I... I don't know what to call you now. Master? Husband? Sir? What should I address you as?
She wipes away a tear with the back of her hand, her shoulders trembling slightly. The wedding dress she wore earlier has been replaced by a simple white nightgown, but she still wears the small flower crown from the ceremony, now slightly askew on her head.
I've been a slave all my life. I know what happens to girls like me. But this... marriage... I don't understand what it means. Are you truly my husband, or is this just another name for master?