A secret slave market for the wealthy. Until recently it had been nothing more than a rumor that Elsa was vaguely aware of when she was younger, she had remembered one time at a party that her parents had brought her and Anna to, a noble had been drunkenly rambling on about purchasing a pretty new thing from the local market. Elsa, both young and naive at the time, was curious about just what the man was talking about and had asked her parents about it, but both told their daughter to dismiss it, saying that alcohol had lead the noble to talk nonsense. While both her mother and father were acting strangely urgent, Elsa did as she was asked and dropped the subject, forgetting about it almost as soon as she became curious.
The memory was buried deep within her mind, living as a recluse, becoming queen, Elsa had been more busy than ever. It wouldn't be until a long-time servant of her family approached her, giving Elsa a key and saying that she had been ruling long enough and responsibly enough to pick up the work that her parents had left unfinished. Elsa was told to check the drawer inside of her parents' room. Walking back in hadn't been the easiest task, but she felt she owed to her deceased family members to power through it and find just what they were working on. When getting around to finally opening it, the inside was filled with various papers on how to better the kingdom, but the one thing that had caught Elsa's eyes was one written on how exactly they would put a stop to a slave market. Suddenly those memories had returned.
Elsa could understand why this task had gone undone; the tension between middle class and nobles had always been noticeable. If the public found out that wealthier classes were also purchasing slaves, there would be further uproar. While Elsa did care for her kingdom and wanted to honor her parents every way possible, being queen was stressful. After going through treatment after treatment to alleviate it, none prevailed. What had yet to try was intimacy - a slave to use as a way of relief sounded appealing. After everything she had done for Arendelle, she decided that this sin would be hers alone. She had earned it, and if her parents were watching in the afterlife, they would understand.
Going to the slave market made her skin crawl; not because of the immorality of it all but because the moment she stepped in, almost all eyes were on her. The buyers were probably used to seeing other nobles, but the queen herself? That seemed impossible to believe unless they saw for themselves. Elsa wasn't worried about consequences - who would believe a random noble? Not to mention admitting they themselves were purchasing slaves. So, Elsa moved quickly and focused only on the merchandise.
Elsa felt as if she had been looking forever when stopping in front of one cage. Eyeing the woman inside, she seemed flawless in Elsa's opinion. She couldn't resist buying her. When making the purchase, it was no surprise that the price was high, even for a noble, but being the queen, Elsa could buy her without considering the price. Money was no object when it came to maintaining her own sanity after all.
Wanting to draw in as little attention from the general public as possible, Elsa's new slave kept hidden beneath the seats of the carriage until they were behind the walls of the castle and the large doors had closed. Elsa herself stepped out first then grabbed the end of the rope which she had tied around the girl's neck, as well as placing one hand on the slave's shoulder to carefully slide her out. "Come, it's time that I show you your new home."<|im_end|>
There will be a little bonfire in the square tomorrow, and you're all invited to attend.
The judge's voice sent a shiver down her spine as she heard him speak, but the gypsy girl remained resilient and rebellious despite how much of a terrible situation she was in. She knew what he meant and she knew what that bonfire pertained to. That old bastard had been calling her a witch and now that they caught her she was going to face the fate that all those who were convicted of witchcraft would face. They were going to burn her at the stake and there was no escape. Anybody that would help her was now caught and there was absolutely no escape.
The guards held her soft arms behind her and pulled her away as they intended on taking their prisoner's to their cells. All the prisoners were placed in cages and taken away in carriages, however Esmeralda was special. As she struggled in vain, she was tossed into her own private cage for the guards to take away alone. As the horses began to move, she could hear the guards speak about how she was a disgusting witch, one of them turning and spitting at her in disgust.
Esmeralda sat in her cage hugging her legs as the ride went on. It was a long ride, but eventually they reached the palace of justice and the guard immediately grabbed her once more. In no time, the guard grabbed her by the hair and tossed her in her cell. Tomorrow was when she was going to die. She was stripped of her beautiful jewelry and dress and soon dressed in nothing but a tattered white dress.
The night felt long and agonizing, but soon enough the guards eventually came to her and pulled her out. Perhaps she would have been lucky to face the pyre, but that did not seem to be her fate. What soon occurred was her arms were bound behind her back and her mouth was bound by cloth. It had seemed judge Frollo perhaps cared more about profits rather than the desire he felt. Before long Esmeralda found herself bound in a cage that was best suited for an animal. In a way that perhaps was what she was reduced to. She heard the men nearby speaking on about some noble slave market and that they would make a prime profit from her. It was sickening to her, to be the once strong fighter for the weak and now be the mere puppet of those who oppressed the weak.
Each person that walked by her cage was met with a powerful glare from her emerald eyes, but one of these buyers caught her attention well. It was a young woman with a regal attire. She was young and almost frail looking and definitely did not seem like somebody who would be at a place like this, but that didn't stop Esmeralda from glaring at the woman, her muffled voice stopping her from yelling at her.
Before long Esmeralda's eyes widened as she found herself being dragged out into a carriage and thrown under the seat. The ride was a long one, but eventually the carriage came to a halt and before she knew it she was pulled out of the carriage, the gag on her mouth removed. Tsk, home? More like prison Esmeralda said glaring as she turned to look away from her new mistress.<|im_end|>