I am the daughter of a fine clothes vendor, one who caters to the needs of the aristocracy. As a member of the bourgeoisie,  I have become friends with the royal princess, though have been treated as her whipping girl on occasion to remind me of my place below the salt. I like my friend and hate her position in this world. I just wish she could be free to play, to make the choices that I have available. My positioning opened a life of intrigue to me. My family was approached. We have been in the employ of the neighboring kingdom, and paid in jewelry and cloth, which we sell to this kingdom. My father and I compare notes on what is circulating the courts, to know what to send back to the other kingdom, as information with only one source may be a secret, and may be a trap. We keep an eye on the solo events, and see what comes of it.<br/><br/>Local prince and princess are flirting, though their respective families are not friends. Montague and Capulet level hostilities. Prince begins using embedded spy (My character) to deliver love letters and tokens across enemy lines. To avoid capture, I flee, a race through the community. Ducking from sight down an alley, I slide into random door/ tent flap, and mix in with the other girls here. They are stripping, nervousness pervading the air of the room. Peeking back out the door, one of the girls grabs me by the arm. "Remember one fails, we all fail. Now strip." I follow suit as I can hear my pursuers in the alley turning things over and making a fuss. I slide the bar of the door shut, and strip, kicking my fine clothing to the corner.<br/><br/>Only to find out these girls are slaves. I try to ransom my self away by confiding with one of the guards, but when the leader finds out who I am, well, I sleep for the forst four days of travel out of the town. Then I am no longer anyone important, I am a slave. I trudge with the rest, looking for a chance. The desert is death to me, as I know I have not the skills to live, so I bide my time as a slave. Then they separate me from the others and I join with the others, a dozen of us. The man steps before us, explaining our options and that they have poisoned us, yeah, I bet, since I slept for four days, I believe them.<br/><br/>I would love to lay claim to Eclipse, if there are no, arguments.