(y/n) P.O.V. 1st person
Eyes shooting open from my lewd nightmare, I found myself in bed with my Lord. He was deep asleep, drooling into my warm bosom as he muttered my name. "(y/n)..." Jamil loosened his grip on me, allowing me to escape. I reviewed the events of the previous night in my mind, blushing a deep red. Looking down at my naked figure I stared at the scars on my feet from my shackles, touching the painful bruised area. Walking over to a mirror, I saw the hickeys that decorated my chest and collar as I took in the surprising sight. I hadn't looked in a mirror in so long; I barely recognized myself. I turned away to see the Master attempting to roll over, his morning boner getting in the way and waking him up. He muttered something under his breath before he started to stroke himself, not seeming to notice my presence or my disappearance. He closed his eyes, moving his hand faster "Ah... (y/n)..."
"Yes, Master?" I replied, making him jolt. Maybe he assumed what happened last night was a dream, but when he saw me he would remember.
"Huh?!" He looked over to see that I was still there, trying to decide what to do. He waved me over, giving me a look up and down then turned his hand in a twirling motion signaling for me to turn around. He seemed in deep contemplation as he observed me before throwing my dress at me. I quickly threw it on. After it was on he knelt down putting my shackles back on and sending me out the door before continuing back to his… uh... activities.
As I exit the room I nod, greeting some of the slaves with this quick notion along the way. I feel a bit uneasy as I pass Goltas, but I understand he is just like the rest of us, just a little scarier is all. Quickly, I head to the kitchen to help with some preparations. A few of the other female slaves are annoyed with my late appearance. Some heard gossip about what our lord asked for last night, but they just shove me something to do.
Morgin P.O.V. 1st person
Having returned from some cleaning, I enter the kitchen in hopes to see (y/n). I brighten up at the familiar sight of (h/c), smiling to myself as I approach the lovely (h/c). Tapping their shoulder, they jump a bit shocked, but calms when they see who it is. (y/n) smiles at me, that beautiful one that I wish they could wear more often. I'm content though, because I know it's just for me.
"Morgin!" They gasp, looking up at me with those beautiful (e/c) eyes. I blush slightly, looking away before noticing a few hickey's appearing along the neckline of their dress. Feeling bitter, I walk past them and to the other side of the kitchen as I continue my work. 'I'm a slave, I need to brush things like that off' I thought to myself trying to cool my head.
(y/n) P.O.V. 1st person
Some of the other slaves and I had been sent out to gather some more supplies for the Lord. Morgin and I were some of them, but he had been acting off all day. He seemed upset every time I tried to approach him. What was he so mad about? I wondered if the Master had been especially rough on him today or something. I sighed, continuing to walk back to the household, slowly getting lost in my thoughts.
Out of nowhere someone trips me. I looked up to see one of the merchants, a man, staring down at me mockingly. "Stupid slave, watch where you're going!" He shouts, giving me a kick to my abdomen. I couldn't complain, even though he had been the one to knock me over. He spat at me, confidently walking away as I was left in the dirt. People passed by, avoiding my eyes and quickly moving away from me. As if I was something sick or disgusting. Something contagious. They acted as if they didn't see anything, but in a way that made it obvious to me they wanted nothing to do with someone like me.
A hand grabs onto my arm, pulling me up as I come face to face with a pair of red orbs, my heart beating at the arrival of the fanaris boy. "You okay?" He asks, pulling me out of my daze. I only nod before feeling a sting in my knees as I stare down at them. He notices and follows my gaze to the bleeding scrapes. Morgin quickly reacts, sweeping me off my feet as he carries the goods in one arm and me in the other. We rushed back to the mansion, and with his legs it took no time. After bowing and returning the goods he takes me aside where no one will see us. "This is gonna hurt a little," he tells me as he applies the ointment. I bit on my lip and that sting, but before I knew it, the wound was all wrapped up.