Chapter 77

They had just cut through another route when a small child suddenly ran headfirst into Danika. The child pulled back and looked up at Danika. He looked to be five years old and was dirty from head to toe from playing. From his tattered clothes, Danika knew he was the child of a lowborn family. Danika stared at the spot where the child bumped into her, and he saw the dirt on her white gown.

“I’m so sorry! So sorry!” The boy bowed repeatedly, obviously scared that she’d punish him.

She recognized the mother of the child as the woman suddenly started running close to them. She snatched her child and pulled the baby protectively behind her back. The woman knew who Danika was, and she also knew that even though she was now a slave, she was still a king’s slave. She could easily get the king to punish her baby.

“Don’t hurt my son, please. He didn’t see you or he would have never run into you!” the woman pleaded, even as she gazed at Danika loathingly.

Although she