<span style="font-style: italic"> "Hello." </span>Spoke her rescuer. One moment she was about to get trampled by a carriage, and the next she in a pile of hay. Which wasnâ€™t much of a surprise to her. But it still surprised her that someone would save a slave. Excepcially her.<span style="font-style: italic">"You should be much more careful about this walking in the streets thing." </span>He spoke his voice in every way wrapped around her. She would never forget such a manly, and sexy voice in her life. This stranger  â€¦she would never forget him. Even as a slaveâ€¦or rather especially as a slave.<br/><br/>" I donâ€™t have much of a choice sir. I must be off to gather food for my house." She needed to go. There was no way such a high class man was for her. She heard the snicker of high class girls walking by her. They should be the ones getting this treatment not her. Evadine took in a deep breath.  Taking the crowds that wandered by her, and assorted smells of horse dung, and food.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Are you okay?" </span>He asked. The concern was plain in his eyes. She could hardly deny the fact the concern must be genuine. That confused her. Most higher class boys didnâ€™t care about slaves. They treated slaves as if the slaves were animals. Foreign to them in every way.<br/><br/>"My safety is not of your concern." She heaved in a deep sigh. " I am a slave sirâ€¦if I was to disappear my house would find it more convenient." She pushed the man off her carefully. "Though I am grateful for your helpâ€¦Beyond gratefulâ€¦I still have a duty to my home. " With that she gathered what stuff she had and went on her way to the agora. Buying what she needed , and gathering the food that was on her list.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Allow me to walk you home after you finish you mission at the market." </span>He asked bowing slightly and dusting her off. Being sure no to be inappropriate.<span style="font-style: italic">"My name is Odion."</span><br/><br/>That name startled her like no tomorrow. Isnâ€™t that the name of the kingâ€™s son? She wondered. That name had been uttered often by her master, and mistress. Plus a lot of the slaves tended to mutter that name. " Well if you assure my safety, and that you will not get punished for this. Than no I do not mind. But I do not deserve a bow. I am far lower than you are sir in status." She was more concerned with the fact that she was a slave, and he was what? A prince. She would forever live a life of hell, or be condemned to punishment for even socializing with such a person who was above her.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Again...are you alright mylady?"</span>He asked making sure to gently kiss the back of her hand. As if she was of the same status.<br/><br/>"Sir ," She couldnâ€™t say much more than that. "Letâ€™s go." She may know his name , but her status kept her from calling him by her real name.<br/><br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>A little while laterâ€¦.<br/><br/>Evadine had safely made it  back to her home with her food. Thanks to Odion.  Who kept her company the entire time. People just glared her as if it was wrong for such a high class man to escort a slave around. In fact, it was actually wrong. But is seemed Odion  didnâ€™t care about.<br/><br/>There was a carriage parked in front of the home. She was late, and she was positive there would be some form of punishment. But that wasnâ€™t what took her breath away. The carriage that was parked was the same one that nearly hit her. She stopped and looked at Odion for a split second. "For some reason I fear that this is badâ€¦or some form of coincidence or fate that I do not wish to know about. " She muttered. Trying to act as if this was some sort of important event. In actuality it was. Her mistress stood by the door tapping her foot, as she stared right at her. She felt like a mouse under that stare. So tiny , and so small.