Award for the general. Red sands. Obukhova E.A.

Having become a reward for the general of an alien army, I expected violence and humiliation, but received only a good attitude and illusion of freedom. In everyday life, General Shelter, nicknamed “Bloody”, was pleasant and sweet, and my heart could not resist: I fell in love with the conqueror. The fairy tale did not last long, the owner and slave see a happy future too differently. We spoke to each other a lot of bitter words, and now Shelter is somewhere far away, the magistrate froze in anticipation of a new war, and I need to find a way to save myself, because intrigues are weaving around the general, someone threatens his life, and I seem to be here -I’ll get under the hand. The whisper of the wind indicates me the way, but where does it lead? Perhaps everything happens not by chance, and someone controls us, moving like figures on a chessboard?