~ Contributed to by Breanna Vincent
Edmonia ate dinner silently as she sat across the table from Ibrahim. You could call him many things, her owner, a man playing father or somthing else similar. She had been living with this man since she was nine years old, a man she hadn’t even seen once before the day he snatched her from her family. In her world if you wrong someone you are expected to pay with something equal if they go to the king and demand it. When she was a child her father murdered this mans son and when he went before the king the king granted him repayment in multiple ways, he could have taken her fathers life, her life or taken her for his own to raise in placement of the boy. He had chosen taking her and in that choice he had never allowed her to see her parents again.