She could not sleep soon. The aching buttocks, the hot body, not understanding why at the last moment he was suddenly deprived of discharge. However, in the end, she managed to fall asleep, but only to soon be awakened:

- Get up, you will now work with us.

Roxana opened her eyes. Nearby stood all the same woman. A wave of irritation rolled over the girl:

- I'm not going anywhere. Let him send anyone he wants ...

She buried her face in the crook of her arm, going to sleep on.

- If you want to get your portion of food today, you will have to work.

“I have long wanted to lose weight,” Roxana lied. The stomach was cramped from hunger, the mood was disgusting.

- Hold on, - the woman put a piece of bread with cheese next to the girl, and put a mug of water, - do not tell about it. Still, get out of here, you won't be able to sit here for long.

She climbed out of the wagon. Roxana lay motionless, but the smell of bread was crazy. She ate bread and cheese, washed down with water, and climbed out into the air. Anyway, there is no way to go, you have to wash yourself, give someone to wash the dress.

When I tried to sit down, yesterday’s whipping reminded me of myself, and along with a slight, aching pain, Roxana recalled her arousal. It also did not add a good mood, as was the unraveling of the belt.

Only light. Women - including girls with collars - gathered around fires, preparing meals. Roxanne was handed a bag of potatoes and a knife, and she confusedly looked at her supervisor. She noticed bewilderment of the princess, and sent one of the girls to help deal with incomprehensible objects.

Under the pretext of "I do not know how, show it," Roxanne threw the potatoes at her, and began to look around. Despite the early hour, the camp was full of excitement. A young lad ran past the saddled horses, the girl involuntarily followed her gaze, and saw that he stopped them at the tent of Dagor. "Leaves," thought the girl. In the absence of the commander, there may well be a weakening of discipline; there may be an occasion to flee. Let him run afterwards, look for ...

Dagor came out with several other people to whom he was explaining something as he went. When he took up the saddle, one of the girls ran up. Roxana recognized the one she had sprinkled with wine. The girl climbed to him, almost hanging on his neck, said something. Dagor grinned, patted her hair, and jumped into the saddle. His gaze slid over Roxanne, but expressed nothing. She spent the departing squad with an angry look, with irritation looked at the smiling slave. This, perhaps, is not the whip, and so affectionate, obedient.

But what if? Roxana presented how this girl is naked lying in front of him, and he lashes her ... Probably not much, but so ... And she cries out deafly, groans, wriggles over the bed ... And then he turns her over and lies down , his heavy palm covers her breast with a protruding nipple, and her legs readily diverge to the sides ...

Roxana shook her head. Well, let him fuck anyone he wants, so long as he does not touch her. Her goal is to escape. However, the irritation did not disappear.

- What is everyone running around? - Roksana asked the assistant.

“The scouts reported that Landria’s army was not completely broken, and a large squad was following us,” the slave willingly shared, cleverly peeling the potato, “they say Dagor wants to wait for them and give battle.

Only the long-term habit of control did not allow Roxana to jump and run, although her eyes lit up. Follow her! She will be released! Once Dagor was already in captivity, and now she will personally see to it that he was executed.

This news inspired the girl, and she participated in the work of women without much resistance. Without Dagor and his personal detachment, the rest of the warriors staged comic battles, someone went hunting or swimming in the river.Several slaves escaped to them, and Roxanne watched in amazement as the girls were splashing among the guys, laughing, tickling them. Two young guys, standing shoulder to shoulder in the water, put the girls on their shoulders, and they splashed, trying to drop the opponent. As a result, both fell into the water.

Roxana made her face a brick, and went to look for a woman who was looking after slaves, whose name she never bothered to find out.

The woman was found at a pile of clothes that require repair.

“I need to wash and wash the dress,” Roxana told her. The woman looked at her attentively.

- Behold the river.

“I need security so that they don't stare at me while I wash,” the girl said angrily. This peasant does not think that the princess will undress under the views of men!

“You are not touched, Dagor has forbidden it.”

Roxana kept a smile. He still remembers her, and took care of her safety, although he does not look in her direction.

- Looks offensive no less.

“Well, call the girls to go up the river,” the woman gave up, apparently tired of arguing on every occasion.

The girls in thin collars were surprised by the invitation, but agreed easily. Grabbing things for washing, they headed upstream.

Crawling through the bushes, and hiding behind the bend, Roxana looked around. The turn of the river, which bends around the hill, closed it from the views from the side of the camp. The scouts flew away, the sentries also stood on, and the girls would not be released beyond their perimeter.

The girls took off their dresses, and began to wash and wash themselves. Their ringing voices and laughter spread far across the water, the spray flew continuously in all directions. Roxana decided to move a little more. Her skin was itching and the desire to wash.

Having found a suitable clean place, the girl had already untied the belt, and picked up the hem, when she heard a voice, asking crying: “Release me.” The voice was girlish. Having straightened her dress, Roxanne doubted a bit - was it her business? Doesn't she care what they do? Here she herself was deprived of innocence and whipped, why should she be interested in someone else's problems?

There was a ringing sound of a slap and a sob. The princess angrily kicked a stone — would she be alone or not ?! - and went to the sound.

Search had a short time. Behind the knoll, in the bushes, two men stood with their backs to the river, one holding a girl of about twelve by the scythe. On the girl's cheek there was a red spot in the shape of a large palm, and tears were in her eyes.

“Let her go now.”

The men turned around. They saw in front of them not a slave in a crumpled dress, but a proud, arrogant princess with an absolutely confident look and ice in her voice. The experience of all the years of palace life is now concentrated in her gaze. The girl stopped sobbing, the men turned to Roxanne, releasing the girl.

“Who are you?”

Roxana was not sure that they would be impressed by her local status. What exactly impresses them is the name of their leader. No matter how humiliating to use his patronage, she simply has no choice.

- Ask Dagora before doing something that I don’t like.

Audacity second happiness. The princess was so sure that they would obey, that they unwittingly felt it. And think of the reason why they should do what they are told people can always do.

The girl slipped behind her back, and this somehow gave Roxane strength.

- Do you know her? - asked one of them the second.

- No, I have not seen before ... If she is one of the women of Dagora, then I do not know them all. But he will kill for them with his bare hands.

Roxana gritted her teeth; with rage, the air around her seemed to sparkle. "One of the women of Dagora"! Yes, she will tear off the Dagor farm if she dares to touch! But now they must believe that she cannot be touched, otherwise her and the girl will be laid out here.

- Want to check if he will kill for me?

“I heard Dagor forbade touching a girl from the palace,” one of them recalled. Roxana herself was ready to kill him.

- Well, well, they, - the second waved his hand, and turned to the camp, - then we catch this little one.

The first threw a threatening look at the girl, and left after a friend.

Roxana ...