Eva was trembling. She was frozen still in the middle of the moving crowd, her eyes locked on where the former Tzar was struck dead. Shivering fingers balled her skirt, and she felt her knees almost give way, but didn't fall. The last thing she wanted was her master to get a bad wrap with a fainting slave. Nor did she want to be beaten when she came to.<br/><br/>Her violet eyes darted now, still the size of dinner plates, to the firey redhead being yanked, and choked.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">How Awful....how dreadful our system is....</span>She thought with sad eyes.<br/><br/>Eva's pale skin grew paler, and the breaths she took became heavier. Her eyes stationed on the component, watching as she gasped, and wheezed for air, while her master smirked arrogantly.<br/><br/>"Quite staring, Girl! Not everyone is as lucky as you, you know." Her master ordered and fondled her upper cartilage piercing with his own haughty smirk. She responded with a curt nod. He left for the funeral soon after, trusting her to stay in the general area.<br/><br/>She settled for following the blond, and the girl he was following.