Samuel felt tired. His head was hanging against the wall when he saw a beautiful lady coming toward him. At first he thought that the lady might have gone wrong and would soon realise that, but she had not. Samuel held his head down and when she wished to take a closer look at him so could he not believe his ears. She really wanted him? The guards was just as surprised by that and tried to turn her attention elsewhere. However the lady took not a no as an answer and Samuel was undone from the wall.<br/>His wrists was sore, bruised and red when the rope was taken away. Some of his skin might have come off with the rope as he couldn't stop the flinch and made a face. That hurt!<br/><br/>Still the guards pushed him forward, got him to stand in front of the curious lady. Samuel wasn't used to be so much taller than his owner and he knew it was very, very disrespectful of him to look down at her. So he slowly sunk down to his knees to change that fact. He had to cough once before he dared to speak.<br/>"They call me Samuel, miss. I'm 24 years old and was moved here from Sweden when I was young." Samuel inhaled slowly to calm his nerves. When was the last time he spoke this much? "I was feed yesterday and I'm useful in all areas, miss. Specialised in cooking." Samuel nearly went to rub his wrist. Something he used to do when he was nervous. But the second he laid his hand upon the sore skin did he regret it. It stung so badly.