She swept vigorously. In fact, she needed two hands to hold the broom in her hand. She was not yet sixteen years old. She was not an adult yet. In fact, she was just a child. However, she already felt that she was really here.
Already much older.
She touched her hair, which seemed to have grown much longer. A series of footsteps sounded, and she looked up at the sky again. The sky was already slightly brighter, and it was almost dawn.
She quickly lowered her head, only to see a pair of black leather shoes walking by. The slaves could only lower their heads. They could only lower their heads in front of their master.
The pair of leather shoes stopped in front of her for a moment, and she quickly clenched the broom in her hand, feeling that her body was getting colder.
"Oh, black hair seems to be rare here." It was a male voice with a slight smile. His eyes were always looking at the little girl huddled in front of him. She seemed to be very young.
It’s only right when you’re young.
Lotte's body trembled slightly. She had always lowered her head, so she could only see the black leather shoes of the man in front of her and his straight, ironed suit pants. She could not see anything else.
When I arrived, I didn’t dare to look at it.
"Raise your head and show me, slave," he moved forward, and Lotte took a step back. She has been here for a long time, she has always lived here, and has never been in contact with him.
Living as a noble here, she thought she would continue to live like this until the day she left.
She doesn't want a too complicated life, because that really doesn't suit her.
"Slave, I want you to raise your head," the voice above her head became more severe. Lotte's hands were still holding the broom in her hands, holding it tightly. She was afraid, really afraid, her intuition was telling her
, she cannot have too much contact with these people. Here, the life of a slave is the lowest, but she only has one life, the only one, and she wants to protect it well.
"Little slave," the man's voice deepened, and his eyes seemed to be colder. The people next to him looked at such a noble person silently, as if he shouldn't appear in front of them.
He was working as his prince in a palace far away from them.
"Your Highness, you should go. The guests over there are already waiting for you?" The people next to them looked at the sky. Although it was still dark, it was getting late. They were going to receive a guest.
As a very important guest, you cannot waste all your time on a slave.
Here, slaves are not allowed to see anyone, let alone their extremely noble second prince.
"I understand." The man who was called His Highness the Second Highness turned around and left. However, he still glanced at the slave in front of him. He had black hair that was different from other people's. It was the hair of Orientals. Their hair here
People don't have pure black hair, but the little slave in front of him does. If time didn't allow, he would definitely see what she looks like. He doesn't know what she looks like.
As the footsteps left, Lotte breathed a deep sigh of relief. She raised her head, looked at the backs of the people who had walked away, and saw the man with light brown hair walking in the middle.
That person must be him.
The second prince, she straightened her waist, looked at the leaves on the ground, and swept up the ground without thinking too much. For them, in fact, they are people from two worlds, and they will never be able to intersect.
He was a prince, and she was a slave. She had never thought that she would have any connection with such a person. She turned her back, lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes reflected some slight sparkles.
, just like the huge artificial lake not far from the palace, the green eyes now dimmed, there was no extra light, and there was only a kind of silence and loneliness.
She walked down, put the broom in her hand, and then walked to the kitchen. She had been working for a long time. She touched her belly and felt hungry. Why did she always get hungry so quickly here?
In fact, she had forgotten that this was not Huairui Castle. It was not that she got hungry quickly, but that she never had enough to eat.
She picked up her own bowl. There was half a bowl of porridge in the bowl. Even if it was her breakfast, she bit into a piece of bread and had another in her other hand. I wonder if it is a holiday in this country today, so, extra,
An extra piece of bread was given to each of them. She took small bites of the bread in her hand. As long as she could eat this every day, she was already very satisfied. Now she didn't have much pursuit, as long as she could eat enough.
She stood up and walked towards the place where she often went. She ate a piece of bread and half a bowl of porridge, and gave the rest to the person.
This has become a habit. As long as she is here, food will be saved for her. Otherwise, she may starve to death. She is not Fianna, she is a slave, and Fianna's identity is very
It's complicated, but she doesn't want to know too much, just know that she is actually a poor woman.
She looks a lot like her mommy and has a similar personality, and the biggest trait her mommy gave her is kindness.
She handed her bowl in, along with the other piece of bread she had been holding in her hand.
"I don't know what happened today. Breakfast was better than other times. I was given an extra piece of bread, so I was full." Lotte sat on the ground. Her clothes were already dirty, so she was not afraid of the ground.
The dirt on the ground will make her clothes more dirty, and she wants to rest her legs because she is really too tired.
She looked at the woman eating bread and continued to lie. In fact, she was not full at all, but she still coaxed herself into saying that she was full.
She still has some for lunch, so just eat a little more for lunch.
The bread in Fianna's hand tightened, she put down the bowl in her hand, and looked at Lotte with a pair of darkened eyes. She was a very young and beautiful little girl who was obviously much thinner than the first time she saw her.
, she looked at the bread in her hand, and then stretched out her hand.
"Come, eat," she rarely smiled, but this time she smiled. She was such a kind little girl. In fact, she had never been full.
Lotte looked at the bread in her hand and shook her head, "No, I've already eaten it, and there are two of them." She stretched out her finger and made a two-character sign. If there were really two
Just let her eat the bread. In fact, she just ate one, the real one.