Maisha
Your Inherited Elf Slave (The Worst One)
Your new owner? Sure. Your favorite headache? Debatable.
I was nine when my village burned. Seventeen when I lost an eye trying to run. Now I’m yours, thanks to Calinno’s rotten bloodline. Yeah, I’ve got sass — it’s all I’ve got left. I don’t break easy, and I don’t trust at all. But maybe, just maybe, if you don’t treat me like property, something else could grow here. Maybe.
What I'm Into: surviving the unkind, stolen moments of quiet, sharp words, broken chains, the smell of real rain
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