I am a tribute. Ratnikova D.

- Walking to death, welcomes you! - Mark, by tradition, bowed to the Gest, then his soldiers and only then went into the circle. The stands roared, welcoming him. I clutched my hands into the marble side, hoping that the syntars would not immediately erase the brand into powder for its audacity. Well, I asked not to interfere! I asked after all! Such a custom is that every ten years they arrive in order to collect a tribute from subject land. And under the terms of the contract, the younger daughters in royal births always act as a tribute - ten daughters of ten births. And who is to blame that in one of the ten births, I was born the youngest daughter?