I looked over at our mother, deep wounds across her body the blood soaking her clothes. A deep cut on her cheek.
“Mom? Please be ok”, BB whispered her voice breaking.
“I'm f-fine”
I noticed a brand on my mother's shoulder...bleeding it always bled but I never got a good look at it.
“I'll be fine, just go...play outside”
Our mother's bright smile had us nodding and doing as she wished. I on the other hand grabbed a book and began reading it throughly.
“Why do yo read books all the time?”
“To learn things”, I answer.
My eyes fall upon the excat same design of the marking, quietly reading it to myself.
' This mark is shown as ownership of something/someone. On various occasions it is also shown to represent most valued warriors. However by telling the difference is simple ownership brands bleed to cause as an reminder of who the serve'
My eyes were wide, so mom...had been branded...and most likley our father had been as well. If I'm correct these life threatening beatings she received was from whomever branded her.
I vaguley remembered another detail of the horrifying brand. Quickly looking for it, turning the page seeing a small picture of the other detail.
' This mark labels that whom has it, works for a royal. If accompanied by the ownership brand, the object/person is royal property thus ranking them as a slave or a omega'
Thinking to myself, the only alive royal was the Master. So........mother is the Master's maid or something!
This made my blood boil and I instinctivley growled, earning a questioning gaze from BB.
“What's you got worked up?”
Present.
That conversation lead to more studying about the topic, which lead to more......violent matters.
I sniffled.
Haze must have understood and forced a half smile directed my direction.
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